#also you can just fall asleep to the rain afterwards

[biteress]

it's storming so hard outside <3

[blujayonthewing]

what is it about 'pathetic in a nightgown' that demands also being soaking wet

I thought about doing a companion sketch to the zhartook painting of mel having just been attacked in the middle of the night by her best friend and I instinctively pictured her standing in the rain when her campaign setting literally cannot rain

[aimedis]

redacted asmr hcs pt. 7 - d.a.m.n crew edition

-ironically, damien can’t handle spicy food (and funnily enough, lasko can)

-damien used to wear huxley’s jacket to his games (afterwards, huxley would always find damien so he could give him the biggest hug ever)

-gavin and freelancer can have conversations without actually saying anything, just by making little faces at each other (not even through telepathy or demon magic, they're just that in tune with each other)

-freelancer has the cutest sneeze and the guys never fail to let them know 

-the d.a.m.n crew all collectively agree that freelancer is just the sweetest person ever (for freelancer's birthday, they all made a 50+ page detailed as fuck slideshow on why they were the best friend/partner ever) ((they cried a lot that day))

-damien hates the rain (not even because of his powers or anything he just genuinely does not like rainy weather)

-gavin quite literally being the embodiment of thinking with his dick 

-freelancer is always in gavin’s lap 

-freelancer and gavin have necklaces with the other’s initial/name on it (they're literally call it what you want by taylor swift)

-whenever lasko makes dirty jokes it’s always unintentional (in a ‘letting the intrusive thoughts win’ way) and he always acts shocked he said what he said afterwards ((he’s subconsciously learned to not have much of a filter around the d.a.m.n squad and it only got worse after being with dear))

-caelum rifts into gavin and freelancer’s bedroom and jumps on top of them to cuddle for a little (he loves falling asleep on freelancer’s chest)

-gavin knew the exact moment damien and huxley got together and was just silently proud of and happy for them 

-lasko and coworker as a hurricane & damien and huxley as a volcano

-gavin and freelancer spoil the other so much 

-the d.a.m.n squad have cuddle piles 

-freelancer is obsessed with mac and cheese (same) 

-coworker tells all their students to just call them by their name without miss/mister because it makes them feel hella old

-gavin and freelancer calling each other “bitch”

-freelancer was the first friend damien had to make him feel truly loved

-whenever lasko’s partner runs their fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly it puts him straight to sleep

-lasko and damien get into political debates (arguments about which of their favourite books/movies is better) ((they also just bicker really often)) 

-damien ruffles freelancer’s hair like an older brother would

-the damn group have pool parties at huxley and damien’s house pretty often (freelancer wears bikini bottoms and gavin spends the whole day trying to flirt with them)

-freelancer gets stomach aches so often to the point where huxley asks them if their stomach hurts today every time they meet up 

-dear has a habit of lying about the most random things for no reason. it's not even believable but they just talk with the straightest face and when you ask "really?" they say "no, wtf?" ("yeah i used to be a gymnast. i won like three national titles" "oh my god really? that's awe-" "no.") ((they think it's the funniest thing in the world))

-huxley wipes stuff (food, dust etc.) off of damien’s face for him. outright refuses to let him do it for himself 

-freelancer refers to the crew as their bitches (they're not wrong)

-dear is the most calming presence anyone has been around (damien falls asleep around/on them so often)

-the first time dear called lasko babe/baby he literally almost passed out from how much blood rushed to his face (huxley may or may not have witnessed it and had to fan his face for several minutes)

-freelancer, lasko and damien have little trio dates

-freelancer moans at random to be funny and damien has actually started fighting them for it

-the crew has karaoke fairly often (they can all sing pretty well but sometimes they just choose to sing terribly)

-because damien and freelancer have the most sibling-like relationship in the group, they fight quite often. the arguments aren't always awful but they get bad occasionally (they went no contact for almost a week until dear decided to play mediator and forced them to talk it out)

-lasko doodles the group in different art styles in his free time (gavin found the drawings and said it was cute before lasko could start panicking)

-the crew has made a habit out of hanging out in lasko and dear's offices during breaks, even if neither of them are inside

-since freelancer was the last to graduate, everyone showed up to their ceremony and they all screamed louder than anyone else in the crowd

-the crew welcomed dear into the group so easily it's like they've always been apart of the family

-however, the moment that officially solidified them as one of them was the first time they cried in front of them all after about a year of meeting (it was the anniversary of their grandfather's death and they couldn't hold it together)

-lasko is a billion times more confident on his private instagram and twitter accounts

-freelancer goes into a food coma whenever they're even slightly full so after every friendsgiving meal, they take a nap on the couch for like half an hour

-dear and damien are the resident chefs of the group (the first time dear cooked around them all, damien swore for half a second he was in love with them)

-dear is the true mom friend of the group

damihux are bokuaka coded whooo said that?????

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

How to react to you longtime girlfriend regaining her angelic wings: a guide by Charlie Morningstar, proud girlfriend of said girlfriend.

Things you SHOULD do with her new wings!

Notice them! (this is easy bc they are BIG and BEAUTIFUL with the soft grey faded colors of an overcast sky right before it rains and gives you an excuse to stay indoors snuggled in soft blankets drinking hot coco together back when everything was simpler and safe which is exactly what getting folded up in them will feel like later and- what? oh right! The list thing, um-)

Complement your girlfriend's wings! Maybe don't overwhelm her with a whole paragraph just yet though. Saying "They look nice!" works perfectly good. (waxing poetic can wait until Alone Time)

GENTLY touch the wings. But not too gently!!! Maybe hold the upper joint place, like a little handshake hello. (the feathers are attached to very VERY sensitive bundles of nerves for feeling out air pressure and drafts and stuff, Vaggie says, but they are TOTALLY NOT TICKLISH supposedly and the reason you shouldn't run your hands across them all nilly-willy whenever you get caught up in how pretty and soft they are is it messes them up and means they need preening again to make flying work right, and THAT'S why she jumps and squeaks about it. She likes keeping things tidy! That's all! No other reason. Noooope)

Things you should NOT do with her new wings!!!!!

Blow a giant raspberry right between them, where the feathers get all small and super extra downy soft, just to see what will happen.

Do the above in the middle of maybe KINDA making out....?

Tell absolutely everyone in the hotel about it directly afterwards.

Thing you WILL end up doing if you complete the above list

Spend the night on the bedroom couch: because you keep remembering the noise she made during the raspberry blowing incident, and giggling yourself and her awake about it.

Wake up in bed anyway: snuggled in your girlfriend's arms the same way you do any time you fall asleep in the wrong place and she has to come find you and carry you back with her so SHE can get some sleep too- only this time she also has WINGS!!! And her wings tuck around you so warm and strong, you'd swear you've felt this every time waking up with her before- only now the feeling is all around you, instead of just wrapped around your heart <3

You're still sleeping on the couch tomorrow though: At LEAST for the first part of the night. Or however long it takes before you stop giggling over hearing your totally an angel very serious former solider and absolutely Not a BIRD girlfriend Squawk.

Things to KEEP doing now your girlfriend has wings again!

Try better next time with the rule following??

Hope you're doing okay so far????

Help her with the preening!!

Stop giggling. Somehow.

Staring at them and spacing out is also okay as long as you say you're "acclimating" yourself to the "sudden change in a core aspect" of your life when someone catches you at it. They won't believe you- But! They'll probably just roll their eyes and let you get back to the staring. Acclimating. Whatever!

Anyway, good luck to whoever needs this! Hope this helps things go smoothly for you, Cherri Bomb!!

Also- Angel Dust, if you've read this far, then PLEASE don't tell Husk. Me and Vaggie PROMISED him not to give you ideas, and we don't wanna get banned from the bar again :(

Sincerely, Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, Vaggie's girlfriend (!!!)

Note from Vaggie: You're doing great sweetie. And you're lucky you're cute when you laugh, even in your sleep. P.S. There's no 'supposedly' about it, my wings are NOT ticklshkSkk .... P.P.S. from Charlie: are you suuuure? <3 <3 <3

[purlty23]

Sleepy extra cuddly Phantom with his first time sleeping in bed with either Dew or Swiss

CW: Swiss x Phantom cuddling, a mention of Swiss x Rain, polyghouls, and also a NS/FW mention

“Swiss.”

At first, it’s nothing more than a voice in his dream. Calling out, gentle but insistent. 

“Swiss. Wake up.” 

How kind. Whoever it is must be trying to keep him from sleeping through his alarms, again. It was becoming a more and more common occurrence. Copia looked at the end of his ropes most days. The grey hairs used to be a funny joke. Now there was simply too many to count. 

“Swiss!”

That next one is punctuated by a hearty nudge against his broad, bare shoulders. He can feel the mattress shift with it. 

“What?” Swiss asks. It comes out sounding far less like English than he hoped. 

“Can I sleep with you?” Now that the voice is saying more than just his name, it sounds more familiar to Swiss’ sleep addled brain. It still takes a moment. 

The newbie. Phantom. 

Weird. When the multi ghoul reaches his palm across the sheets to Rain’s spot on the bed it’s completely cold. He never came to bed. One of the others must have whisked him off elsewhere. Hopefully fucked into the best nights sleep he’s ever had. The thought makes Swiss purr. 

From behind him, Phantom lets out an unsure sound. “Is that… a yes?” 

“Is Copia busy?” Swiss mumbles. More out of curiosity than argument. 

The new guy shifts. The shirt he has on barely covers his shoulders, slipping down to one side. Its so threadbare. He can taste Aether’s scent on the roof of his mouth from there. “Papa… uh… I just wanted to ask you. I don’t know. If it’s weird I can-“ 

“Yeah, sure. C’mere.” Swiss says. It’s an easy decision. Phantom fits against him like a second skin in the day to day. Rehearsals are fun, hanging out afterwards is even better. Anything he throws at the new bug is met with unbridled enthusiasm. 

When Phantom finds his way into the bed, Swiss doesn’t hesitate to fit them together there too. He tugs the new summon right against him, back to chest. He can practically hear the shudder in the ghoul’s breath. There’s a spark to the air surrounding him. Quintessence, soft yet powerful. 

“Calm down. Go to bed.” Swiss whispers against the cloud of black hair that his nose is tucked into. His tail crawls up to wrap around Phantom’s leg overtop the pajama pants he wears. 

“Okay.” Phantom croaks out, voice catching. Swiss barely hears it, falling back into a deep pattern of snores.

The new ghoul loses track of time. Slowly but surely, he finds himself able to relax. The subtle sound of Mountain’s records playing through the walls mixes with Swiss’ snores, and soon Phantom has both eyes closed, taking in the mix of scents on the pillow with a purr rolling through his throat. Falling asleep slow and easy.

[nian-7]

hii hii, uhh I'm kinda new here so feeling a little shy...but I want to try when I saw your emoji prompts! Hopefully I'm not too late? Can I ask for 💐 ,🌧️ & ❤️ prompts with wriothesley, alhaitham, furina and hu tao?

Feel free to ignore this if not but still thank you for taking your time with my silly ask in advance!! <33

~ yue | modmizuki

hi! no need to be shy, i was actually looking at your angst & yandere alphabet not too long ago! hope you enjoy!

Alhaitham, Furina, Hu Tao x gn!reader

✧❤️, 💐, 🌧️

✧fluff, havent played genshin in a while so possible ooc furina left wrio out because i haven't played so idk anything about him..

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-Does it through showing you attention because he usually seems very aloof and so by showing you specifically some attention, Alhaitham is subtly telling you that he cares about you.

-Even though this attention might just be him listening to you ramble about something for longer than 10 minutes, it means a lot. His actions are louder than his words will ever be in the relationship.

-Also moving you to the other side of him when something possibly dangerous is happening on the side of the street that you're on. He just wants to be able to protect you from it if it becomes a problem.

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-He loves to cuddle up to you in a dim room lit by candle light and read a good book. It's romantic enough to him and he doesn't mind if you read along with him or just fall asleep.

-Alhaitham will also get you flowers randomly and put them in a vase in your room. He doesn't leave a note or anything but you always know they're from him.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-Inside with a good book (if you like to read that is). Or just napping if that's what you'd prefer. If you specifically wanted to spend time with him on a rainy day then he might just set aside his work.

-You both finish at least one book or, maybe just he does if you end up falling asleep. He doesn't really know too many activities you both can do so it'd be up to you to think up some.

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-By giving you special sort of treatment. She gives you special or well, different treatment than anyone else. She loves to have you all to herself and it's obvious.

-She isn't as dramatic around you as she is with many others and will only do so when she feels you're not giving her enough attention. It's not subtle that she does want you to look only her way sometimes.

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-Furina isn't particularly a romantic person and so it'll be very rare to have any sort of romantic act happen that's coming from her. She's not really sure how to 'do' romance.

-Closest thing you'll get is likely her taking your hand and kissing your knuckles with a loving look in her eyes. She'll deny anything you say about it afterwards, not wanting to feel flustered.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-She stays inside and clings onto you the whole day. There's no reason to go outside while it's pouring rain so you should just stay inside with her!

-Maybe you'll go somewhere to watch a play or something similar but she'd really rather stay inside. It gives her an excuse to stay and cling onto you and so that you give her attention!

❤️ - how do they subtly say 'i love you’?

-Through her actions, it'll be easy to tell that she loves you. She's always brushing up against you and touching you in whatever way she likes.

-With this, it's how she shows that she cares about you and how she gets her point across with it. She likes to dance around saying it straight up so this works better for her.

-Wrapping an arm around your should or hugging you from behind when she sees you on the streets of Liyue just shows that she loves you a lot and always wants to be right up against you!

💐 - what romantic acts will they do for their s/o?

-Romantic acts from Hu Tao will be out of the blue and when you least expect one. She thinks it's more fun this way, keeping you on your toes!

-It's partly an excuse for her because she's actually bad at thinking of something romantic to do with you...

-But, she still tries her hardest! Maybe getting a few silk flowers and giving them to you to put in your home to remind you of her. It's probably the most romantic thing she could think of and even then it's pretty light hearted.

🌧️ - how do they spend rainy/snowy days with you?

-It likely doesn't snow in Liyue but, when it rains you both usually stay inside as to not get soaked. Hu Tao prefers to play games with you if she's able to!

-Board games, card games, etc etc. Whatever you both can think of, you'll play it. She thinks it's a good way to pass the time and it's fun! Maybe even inviting Zhongli if you both feel like explaining the rules to him.

-If you do decide to go out in the rain, it'd only be for a little bit and when it's not raining too hard. She'll splash in some puddles, getting you even more wet when she does. You both will be going back inside shivering...

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[loki-cees-all]

Protection {Prince!Loki x Female Reader One-Shot}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / A03 Link

Pairing : Prince!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : Your marriage to Loki was an absolute dream - the complete opposite of the nightmare you had once lived. But when someone from your past shows up to surprise and hurt you, the God of Mischief follows through on his promise to always protect you. Afterwards, you’re left reeling in insecurities and self-doubt, and Loki does what he can to help you feel better about your position in his life.

W/c : 4.9k words

Content / Warnings : Mentions of past abuse and just a smidge of violence performed against the reader (not by Loki), Smut, Fingering, Hurt/Comfort, Hand Kink, Praise Kink

18+ only - Minors DNI

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The curtains swirled around in the pensive breeze, allowing the floating moonlight to wane and wax over you. Candles shuddered with every question, casting flickering shadows on the ceiling above.  Despite the cool air floating in through the open terrace doors and the silk sheets underneath, your skin still felt warm and flushed, a result of the negative energy - the overabundance of fear and unease - still looming in the air.

The image of your abuser standing inside your flat had been nauseating. There had been no warning signs, no bad omens, no sense of impending doom prefacing his intrusion. You had simply opened the door and frozen in place as he greeted you with a sloppy grin on his bloated face. 

Almost instantaneously, you were eight years old again, having fallen asleep in the living room, unable to seek the refuge of your small room before he had returned home. The audacity to accidentally fall asleep inside his living room was a grievance he could not let pass unnoticed, and it had been a mistake you never repeated. 

You had been so careful to stay quiet in the shadows since then, out of his eye line and away from his wrath. When you were fifteen, you finally decided to run. The fear kept you moving, on edge and forever looking over your shoulder, but it had also kept you safe from him. 

Living on the street wasn’t for the faint of heart, but you had nowhere else to go. The experience had turned you feral, a creature of the darkness and dependent on thievery. Sometimes it was food, sometimes it was just respite from the cold rain, and sometimes it was for much worse things. It was an unhappy life, but miraculously it was how you wound up meeting your husband - someone who despite being a Prince was also accustomed to hiding in the shadows. 

You weren’t sure what he saw in you, but you knew what you saw in him. He was devastatingly handsome, impossibly charming, and terrifically clever. You loved watching the way his lips curved while he spoke, the way his eyebrows rose and fell while he listened. He was always gentle with you, so sweet and calm. He had never raised his voice at you, and the only time he ever showed his hands was to lift you up. 

It had been quite the relief to be able to move into the palace, with its stone walls, armored guards and loving husband. The knots in your neck began to loosen when you no longer needed to look over your shoulder. Smile lines began to carve themselves into your cheeks after you stopped seeing everyone as a predator.

Once the adrenaline of the streets and running from your abuser had eventually worn off, you fell extremely ill. Your bones ached and the coughing kept you up all night as the physical effects of the trauma finally caught up to you. Loki never left your side while you were confined to the bed. 

At the time, the illness had been a small price to pay for his protection, for the chance to see someone worrying and fretting over you. But maybe you had let your guard down too much, because somehow your abuser had mysteriously appeared - this time in your living room, after a dozen years, thousands of miles and a new name. 

You weren’t sure who let him into your flat, presumably some other member of the palace; Gods only knew what kind of lie he had told to be let in. You cursed yourself for not giving explicit instructions to never allow anyone claiming to know you inside the palace. But there hadn’t been time to figure out how he found you in the moment; all that mattered was keeping him appeased until Loki could return home. 

So your abuser laughed at his own good fortune as you poured him drinks. The sound of his laughter was revolting and haunting, but still preferable to his screaming. The alcohol had been a gambit; sometimes he was a happy drunk and other times, well…you didn’t have much choice. The man was like a ticking time bomb, except there was no predicting the length of his fuse on any given day.

The sharp edges of carefully laid eggshells dug into your feet again as you stood by, waiting to either be given an order or be punished. Muscle memory allowed your face to remain neutral while on the inside you were screaming, crying, dying. You kept waiting to wake up inside your bed, wrapped up in Loki’s arms, safe and protected, while the nightmare faded away as if the memories belonged to someone else.

It was humiliating, but you had managed to snag a passerby in the hallway while your tormentor was distracted. The shame wrapped its cold fingers around your neck as the passerby ran off to fetch Loki from his meetings. You couldn’t decide what was worse - allowing anyone else in the palace to see your abuser, or being too afraid to stand up to him. But you were too rattled to think properly, too paralyzed to save yourself again. You needed Loki to do it for you, and it was crushing you. The God of Mischief’s wife, afraid of a mortal - what an absolute joke. 

That was when your abuser shrieked and jumped up, knocking the bottle out of your hands and to the floor. You were so busy trying to get a message to Loki that you hadn’t noticed the wine overflowing and spilling everywhere. The bottle had shattered violently, sending splashes of red wine and fragments of glass everywhere - the floor, the furniture, your clothing, his shoes. 

You apologized profusely with a flushed face and eyes full of tears, but the damage was already done. Your abuser was seething with rage, and you could taste it in the air as you gulped it down; there was nothing he hated more than being forgotten. He cornered you, screaming obscenities and flailing his arms around. His face twisted into that of a demon as your back pushed against the wall, as you balled your fists and clenched your jaw, your nails and teeth digging into flesh and on the verge of shattering. 

You desperately clung to a vow of silence in order to not make things worse, but your abuser must have interpreted it as defiance. He swung his hand at you as hard as he could, and the palm smacked against your cheek with an echoing fury. A moment of silence descended over the room as you fell to the floor, anxious to give him a demonstration of submission. But it was too late.

The tears were free-falling as he screamed, and it didn’t even matter what he was ranting and raving about anymore. You felt yourself sinking into the floor itself, sliding further and further down, hugging your knees to your chest as his spit and rage threatened to drown you. You were praying for mercy when Loki had finally appeared.

Your predator had immediately taken personal offense to the interruption, but once he realized who Loki was, the back-pedaling and lip-service began. It was only then that you realized he had shown up to curry favor with the Prince of Asgard; getting to abuse you again had just been a bonus. 

Loki completely ignored him as he strolled past to help you up from the floor. His voice had been soft and merciful as he whispered reassurances to you, a stark contrast to the shrieking your abuser was doing while no one paid attention to him. He shouted every combination of words he could to excuse his behavior, projecting his own flaws and insecurities onto you, as if the years of abuse he had inflicted had been something you actually deserved. It was only when he called you a whore that Loki finally tore his eyes away from you. 

You sighed and rolled onto your side to face the cool breeze, begging it to wash away the memory of Loki prowling around that creature. His jaw steeled and his hands fisted, the veins of his forearms flush against his skin and his voice screaming that you weren’t the whore like that monster claimed. Loki easily had a foot or two advantage over him, towering above like a vengeful God as he corrected your abuser’s miscalculations - clarifying that you weren’t Loki’s whore, you were, in fact, his wife. 

The last word had been delivered as a roar, reverberating throughout the room and bouncing off of every wall, every broken shard of glass, every shadow in your heart. You had never seen him so furious as he latched on to your abuser’s neck, as he squeezed until the monster’s face turned red. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was ashamed of you.

It had been hours since and you still couldn’t quite put a finger on the sensation that memory produced. Loki had followed through with every promise he had ever made to you. He came immediately when you called for him. He had saved you, and yet it wasn’t relief or respite that you felt. But shouldn’t that be what it was? Why did you feel so guilty? Why did you feel like you tricked Loki into loving and defending you, that you didn’t deserve his rescue? 

The stocky, red-faced man had sputtered curse after curse at Loki as he loomed over him, furious that anyone dared to disagree. The scene had been so unnerving to witness - you had always seen your abuser as an unstoppable force, a formidable foe, a monster that no one could have dreamed of defeating. And yet, he crumbled so easily with Loki’s hands wrapped around his throat. Had he always been that easy to dismantle? 

After being placed in chains, the guards led the demon out of your home. “Neither of you are better than me!” he had shrieked, almost against his will, as if he couldn’t help but try to get in the last word to the God of Mischief. You hoped it ate him up inside that Loki was too busy comforting you to bother responding. 

After your abuser’s removal, Loki had escorted you into the bedroom to relax while he went to discuss the security breach and newly required security protocols with the leaders of the Palace’s Guards and his father. You had spent that time trying to rest but relief never came. Your muscles remained constricted, your nerves fried, your mind ruminating, your guilt working overtime to make sure you never got the rest Loki said you deserved. 

Everything hurt while you waited for him to return home. The urge to cry was plaguing you, but nothing would happen when you tried. You were suffocating under the combined weight of loneliness and the desire to hide when a gentle knock on the open door interrupted your thoughts. “Darling?” 

You pushed yourself up to sitting as he stood cautiously and soft in the doorway. His smile was warm and his eyes sparkled at you, but an air of concern lurked around him. Why did he look so hesitant to be there? 

“You don’t have to knock before coming into your own bedroom,” you said quietly. A dark thought crossed your mind, that maybe somehow your abuser’s words had created a feeling of discontent about you. 

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re upset with me.” He winked, and his voice was teasing but kind as he finally stepped into the room. 

“I could never…” Your voice trailed off and your brows narrowed. What had changed since he left earlier? It had been several hours since the altercation, and he had disappeared for quite awhile after the monster had finally been escorted away. Had he decided that the charity he performed by marrying you had finally become too much work?

“You could never do what, my love?” Loki asked over the unmistakable sound of his magic. 

A wave of relief washed over you in parallel to his affectionate words and the magic transforming his leathered daywear into his sleeping clothes. But the relief was short-lived - what if in the future you did something to trigger his memories of your abuser’s cruel words? What if someday Loki realized that perhaps the monster had a point…?

You felt yourself falling back into old patterns of fawning and terrified promises intended to stave off rejection. “Be upset with you, of course.”

“And I’ll be sure to remember that as well,” Loki chuckled as he sat on his side of the bed, propping his back against the wall. Somehow he always managed to look regal, ankles crossed and back straight, hands folded across his lap and chin held high. Even in sleeping clothes, even inside your bed, he looked like a God. 

His bed, your intrusive thoughts corrected. Everything in this flat, every thing you had, was his. And of course he looked regal, he was actual royalty! He had the power to cast illusions, in fact, while you had the benefit of neither. He would always look exactly the way he wanted, while you were stuck with whatever concoction your atoms had already formed in. 

The image of your abuser taunting Loki with the notion that no one in their right mind would ever make you Queen flashed across your mind. Surely the question of “Why her?” had been asked of Loki many times after he had brought you here. You couldn’t bring yourself to wonder if Loki agreed with him, or if he ever tired of having to explain himself. 

Your thoughts swirled uncontrollably in a whirlwind of turmoil. Or maybe this all was just an elaborate prank? He was a trickster, after all, and you had never known true love before. Perhaps this wasn’t actually it, and the way he looked at you - the way he made you feel - was just an illusion. Your heart broke as that voice inside your head convinced you that nothing here was real. 

Loki studied you, his blue eyes trying to decipher everything you weren’t saying. You forced yourself to smile at him, and he must have seen how hollow it was. He patted the mattress next to him. “Come closer to me.” 

You found yourself afraid to move, and afraid to answer his questions if you didn’t. Nausea and déjà vu pulsated through your veins as you moved closer to him. The usual position of resting on his chest felt too familiar, so you mimicked his position on the bed, ankles crossed and hands folded. An unflattering homage, you were sure, but what other choice did you have?

“Are you alright, dear?” he asked with a forlorn look on his face. His fingers twitched in his lap, and you wondered what they were thinking about. 

“I’m fine,” you lied, desperately trying to clear your mind. If he realized you knew this was all just a joke, there would be no reason to keep you around anymore, would there?

Loki arched his brow. “Why are you still listening to his words?” 

You feigned ignorance again, praying he wouldn’t question you further. You couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing his face every day - even if he was lying to you, even if this wasn’t real. 

Loki gave you a sorrowful smile. “Sweetheart, that look on your face right now is his, and the words echoing around in your mind are his too…”

You tried to swallow down the disappointment of how exposed you had allowed yourself to become. It was always a possibility that Loki would inevitably toss you aside someday, and yet you had still allowed yourself to hope otherwise. 

“It’s been a very long time since you’ve worn that expression, but I haven’t forgotten what it means…” he added, shifting to look at you closer. “Darling, his words were designed to make you question yourself, you should put no stock in them.”

A flush crept across your face, and your eyes turned down to avoid his gaze, to watch your fingers as they picked at themselves. How could you have had the audacity to believe you could have hidden anything from him? That you could have kept him happy for very long?

Tears pooled around your weary eyes as you shook your head at him. “It’s not that, I just…”

“Just what, dear?” His fingertips grazed across yours in an attempt to halt their self-destruction. 

You gulped at the answer, afraid to speak it into truth but anxious to get it over with. “I’m just afraid that…you believe them. Or that you will, someday...”

“What? Darling, I…” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and bewilderment as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Why would a rambling, manipulative drunkard breaking into my home and abusing my wife ever be able to change how I feel about you? And why would you chose to believe that it could?”

There was that word again; a word that meant so much and yet fell so easily from his lips. You hadn’t ever really stopped to consider it, but it was a vow renewal every time he said it. A reminder to you, and anyone else in the room, how much you meant to him. 

A rush of tears boiled over, and once more Loki reached out to pull you back to safety, to curl you up against his chest, a life raft in your sea of sorrow. You had believed you were all cried out, but there was just something in the way that he held you that made you feel safer than you had ever felt before. 

“Do you truly believe that I could be swayed from you so easily?” he asked between kisses to your temple.

A shrug was all you could manage, unable to admit that deep down you knew he couldn’t be. How long had your abuser been inside your flat? Ten minutes? Twenty? And in that time, he had somehow managed to undo every act of devotion that Loki had ever shown you. The regret you felt could not be understated. 

“You are everything to me, sweetheart. And no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise, not even you.”

You opened your mouth to apologize for all of your doubts, but his fingers grazed under your chin, directing your doe eyes upwards to his face. He leaned down to meet your lips, pressing softly against them and sending tingles down your spine. 

“You don’t need to apologize, love,” he whispered against your lips, before pressing against them once more. 

The kisses were lingering and incendiary, and you felt so foolish for ever calling his affection into question. You sighed into him, allowing your muscles to relax for the first time all evening, as he continued to caress your face. 

Everything about him was impossibly large and incredibly delicate. His hands could easily crush you, and yet he chose to worship you with them, to guide you through the path of vulnerability to the reward of safety. His lips could easily devour you, and yet he chose to love you with them. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and yet he chose to protect you. 

He pressed his forehead to yours as his lips withdrew, leaving you wanting and needing more. You kept your eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next. That moment seemed to exist forever, in both space and time - you wanted him to continue, but still felt unsure of what he wanted. 

“Is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?” he murmured softly. 

His voice was low and suggestive, and your heart skipped a beat. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, exploring the contours of your face and overwhelming your senses. As you breathed in his air, you realized he already knew what you needed, and he wanted to provide it. 

Maybe he felt guilty about that monster abusing you inside your own home. About not arriving sooner, about not protecting you better. He wanted to make it up to you, and even though he had done nothing wrong, in the end it would help you both feel better. 

Anticipation was building in your core, and your eyes drifted open. He was admiring you, eagerly waiting for your answer. You bit your lower lip, and his eyes followed the movement. They lingered over your lips before returning to meet your gaze.

“Please take care of me,” you pleaded before self-doubt could stop you.

His eyes shifted into a smolder as they gazed deep into your soul. Everytime he looked at you like that, it sent your stomach into somersaults. It was exactly what you needed him to do. 

“My beautiful girl,” he hummed as devastating hands gripped your waist and pulled you across his lap. Your knees pushed into the bedding, ankles folded neatly beneath your hips, thighs clenching around his. The gravity of his love pulled you forward, pressing your heart against his. 

His hands locked onto your neck, bringing your mouth to his again. Fingertips raked across your skin where the hairline met your neck, thumbs caressing your cheekbones, palms elevating your chin ever so slightly. His hands were safety personified as they cradled not just your face but your entire soul. Nothing could hurt you as long as he was touching you.

He crushed his mouth against yours in a way that stole the air from your lungs. His lips rolled over yours, separating and pulling them apart. His tongue lapped over your lower lip, ravishing it as your hands ran through his hair, and your hips rocked around his hardening lap. The kisses were frantic and incomplete, your teeth clicking together as you gasped against one another. Then your lips found each other again, and the cycle started anew.

Possessive and healing hands were everywhere. In your hair. Gripping your waist. Splayed across your back. Your lips let go of his as he began to loosen the bodice of your dress. He guided your arms through the sleeves and slid the bodice down, pressing kisses across the newly exposed skin. Time seemed to stand still as he traced down the curves of your body to lift your hips away from your ankles. 

“You had a difficult day today, didn’t you, love?” he murmured. His voice was heady, his eyes wild and hungry. “But you were so strong and brave throughout all of it, weren’t you?”

You nodded, savoring every word, every touch. Arousal coated your inner thighs, and your back elongated, your hips desperately searching for anything to press against. His words felt so good, and you were desperate for him to continue. 

“Yes, and I’m so very proud of you,” he praised just before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You shivered as his tongue flickered against your stiffened skin. His lips tenderly pulled and tugged at the peak, as he lifted and cupped your breasts from underneath. Dizziness was settling in, and you whimpered as his mouth worked on you.

A hand slipped underneath your nightdress, squeezing your thigh as it moved to cup the outside of your already soaked underthings. His breath hitched as his fingers traced along the dampness, his gaze shifting upwards to admire you above him. “Oh, darling…”

He looked so peaceful, so thoughtful, so inconsiderate as his fingers teased you, as the dampened fabric cruelly kept you apart. He smiled, a reminder that you could be both vulnerable and safe with him.

“Loki - ” you breathed, longing to feel his skin against yours but also aching for the teasing to continue.  

The pressure of his fingers increased just a little. “Tell me what you want, love…”

You knew this wasn’t a bribe or a trick; he just wanted to be asked so you knew that you could, so you knew that he would never deny you. 

“Please, touch me…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, what remained of your clothing disappeared and his fingers grazed directly against your slick skin. His hand shifted around to your upper back, beckoning you to lean forward against him. “Just relax for me, sweetheart, let me take care of you…” 

You did as you were told - your arms around his neck, your chest pressed against his, your head resting on his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he traced lingering, soft circles over your clit. The fabric of his clothing brushed against your nipples, stimulating the delicate peaks. Your eyes closed, your muscles relaxed, and everything else just fell away. 

His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, the warm air sending goosebumps down your spine. “Does that feel good, love?” 

His voice was absolutely filthy, so saturated with lust as the delicate motions dissolved any remaining insecurities. Fully clothed and rock hard as his hands worshiped you, as yours merely clung on to him for dear life. You were already completely undone, the only way to respond was with a pleasured sigh. 

“Yes, and good girls deserve to feel good, don’t they?” he whispered, slipping a rewarding finger inside you. 

That long, skillful finger slid inside you, deliberate and measured, for what seemed like hours, until his palm brushed gently against your clit. The slow pace was agonizing and divine. A gasp escaped your mouth, and his torturous withdrawal left desperation in its wake. The pads of his fingers circled your clit again before the digit pushed back inside you. 

You whimpered again as he nuzzled into your neck, and your hair fell across his face. Every inch of your skin, so plump and slick, seemed to melt against his fingers. 

“And you feel so good, don’t you? So wet and hot already,” he teased as he began to withdraw the finger again. “Are you ready for more?”

All you wanted was more of this - of him filling you up, soothing you, rewarding you. Your hips answered for you, grinding hard against his hand and moaning as you did. 

“Oh, good girl,” he praised, slipping a second finger inside you. He loved it when you knew what you wanted and weren’t afraid to take it. 

He continued whispering reassurances in your ear as you contracted around him. He composed a beautiful poem for you, a combination of delicate writing and heady words that you were good, perfect, deserving, beautiful - everything he desperately needed you to know, everything no one else had ever told you. 

With his arm supporting you and delicate fingers pressing inside, he beckoned those endorphins to come out and wash away the sadness of that day, to ward off any pain of future days. Those fingers were magic even without the power of the Aesir, and they cast no illusions while inside you. 

His scent, his skin, his voice - everything was completely enveloping you in a cocoon of safety as his fingers sunk into you again. He nibbled on the cartilage of your ear, the sharp edges of his teeth contrasting with the smoothness filling you up inside. 

Your hands dug their nails into his shoulders as blood rushed to your core. His fingers continued to fill you up before massaging their way out to caress your soft lips.

“You were so good for me today, my love. You earned every bit of this pleasure, didn’t you?”

You were positively drenched now, and starting to lose your composure. Your face grew hot as your hips bucked, and he encouraged every gasp, every moan, every spasm. 

There were times when you would hold your climax back as long as you could, desperate to just exist with him inside you; there was no hope for that this time. Every fiber pulled taut almost to the point of shattering as he worked so diligently to comfort you.

As you cried out, he kissed your neck and shoulder, shuddering himself and curling around you. His fingers slipped out and returned to your clit, rubbing in circles and moaning your name as you came; never before had anyone been so drunk off of your pleasure. Your spine stretched and arched, every muscle contracted and twisted as his devotion washed over you. 

His sinful mouth kept delivering assurances of love as you finally came back down. Your thoughts were hazed and dull in a sea of release as he shifted you both down the bed. You were both conscious and not as he rolled over, placing your head on the pillow and covering your body with the silk sheets. 

He repeatedly asked if you were alright as he worked, but the connection between your mind and mouth had long since become corrupted. His kind words, hands and lips had undone anything you could have thought to say in that moment; all that could be managed were smiles, nods and comforted sighs. 

He blew out the candles before settling in behind you, sliding one arm under your neck and wrapping the other around your waist. Sleep was beginning to overtake you, and you shivered beneath his touch as he pressed his lips to your neck.

“I love you so very much, darling,” he whispered. “Please, don’t ever doubt that.” 

Yet another set of tears stung closed eyes as he cradled you in his arms - squeezing tight, keeping you safe and protected.

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Eda Clawthorne x GN reader (Platonic). Mother headcannons

(I wrote this like almost 2 years ago so it’s weird ik)

-You were friends with Luz and also had to attend to the summer camp where she was headed.

-This means that you also ended up in the boiling isles with her.

-This is when you met Eda the Owl Lady. She was a bit weird at first, but you eventually got use to her.

-She started to treat both you and Luz as her own before the events with the petrifaction.

-She knows that Luz has her mom back in the human realm, but you have never brought up anything about your family.

-Luz doesn’t even know much about it. She has tried to ask you about it before you two came to the boiling isles, but you always ignored her, so she just gave up.

-Eda wasn’t going to though. Now that you were in her care, she was genuinely worried for you. Yknow, those mother instincts.

-You do open up to her eventually though.

-If you don’t have a real family due to some past issues, then she’s more that’s happy to let you live in the owl house for as long as you need to.

-If you have a family but don’t come on best terms with them, then she will gladly be like a second parent to you. Or if you don’t wanna live with them anymore then she’ll just keep you there with her.

-Ever since that ‘chat’, you’ve gotten closer to Eda and actually started to think of her as your actual parent.

-Now I imagine that you’ve accidentally called her mom two or three times before and immediately apologized afterwards. But was only greeted with a ‘it’s alright kid’ from Eda.

-Ever since you got the boiling isles, Luz became more of a sister than a friend. So has King and Hooty.

-Speaking of King, he absolutely loves you! At first he seems like a little gremlin, but he was really sweet! Even if he was still a gremlin.

-You would listen to him speak about Demons whenever Luz or Eda were too busy. You would also fall asleep with him all the time on the coach.

-Eda has many pictures of you and king, and sometimes Luz or Hooty snuggled up on the coach sleeping. No I’m not kidding, she has so much that it scares you.

-Hooty was scary to you at first, but he’s actually a lot of fun to hang around with. Sure, he can be weird, but in a fun way right?

-You, King, and Hooty are a chaotic group. Eda can’t leave you three alone for more than five minutes or you guys would’ve blown up the house.

-One time, you three were having a ‘party’ between the three of you when Eda and Luz ran off to do some errands. Let’s just say you three had A LOT of cleaning to do that night.

-Eda would be quite protective over you. She would be the same for King, Hooty, and Luz too of course, but would be a little more protective over you then the others since she wants you to have a good life in the boiling isles unlike the life you had back home.

-Even though she cracks jokes or teases you, she doesn’t really mean it. So don’t take them to heart. But if you do get upset, she’ll stop and tell you that she’s sorry.

-She’s scared ti let the owl beast loose in front of you. Especially you. She doesn’t want you to be scared and feel like you don’t have a safe space to turn to.

-But once she gets it in control, she is happy to show you her harpy Eda.

-I guess if your sorta Eda’s kid you would also be the niece/nephew of Lilith.

-You didn’t like her at first since you found out she cursed Eda, but you found out that she was actually a pretty decent person.

-You’ve heard Eda talk about somebody named ‘Raine’ before, but never knew much about them.

-Once you joined the ‘C.A.T.T. s’, you finally got to meet them, and you loved them! They were friendly and you could see why Eda had a crush on them.

-Oh that’s right Eda, she thought that you wouldn’t notice her little (or big) crush on Raine.

-If you get stuck on the boiling isles when the Collector is free, then she will do everything in her will to protect you.

-If you went back to the human realm with Luz and her friends, then all she can do is hope you are all safe.

-If you want to move in with her after the events with Belos and the Collector, then she will gladly let you stay.

-But if you want to go home and just visit on a daily basis, then she would be fine with that.

-Since you sorta see her as your mom, you would probably see Raine as a parent figure as well. It would take a while to warm up to each other but all three of you will be like a happy family.

-Overall, Eda would be a great momma bird👍.

[maleyanderecafe]

Inclement Idee Fixe (Visual Novel)

Created by: HimeBee

Genre: Romance/Horror

As a demo, this one is pretty short but man is Leumin's design cute, so it of course caught me a bit off guard when he did go yandere mode even though I knew it was coming. The theming of rain and general blue is pretty nice as well. If you want more information about this game you can find it at @hime-bee.

The story starts out with the Heroine being annoyed that the coffee place that they're working at going through renovations as their boss did not inform them of this. They notice that their tire is deflated and has to take the bus, only for it to start raining. Their boss emails them outside of work asking them to come over to his place the next day to give them something. After being cold in the rain for a bit, Heroine is greeted by a tall blue haired man, explaining that the bus won't be running for the rest of the day. He offers to walk the Heroine home as they don't have any other way to get back under his umbrella.

Regardless if the Heroine decides that it's safe to walk with a stranger, he'll introduce himself as Leumin (or Leu) before walking under his umbrella together. He talks about hobbies ( and gets very excited about talking about games) and we learn that he works at a florist as Heroine talks about how they're not good at growing plants. From there, they can either invite him to their place or go home by themself.

Inviting him inside for coffee will lead to the Heroine turning on the TV for Leumin to watch while they make coffee. Leumin of course, enjoys the coffee. Heroine gets a call from their boss basically stating she has to go back to the cafe to work on her day off because they're understaffed (which... ouch, you gotta go back in the rain) and Leumin and Heroine exchange numbers. Leumin is very happy that he was in Heroine's home before deciding to get rid of their boss.

The next day while getting ready to meet their boss for the letter, Heroine sees on the news that their boss has just been murdered, leading to them panicking for a spell. After messaging her coworkers and telling them that they were alright, Heroine gets a text from Leumin wishing them a happy day.

The Heroine can go to sleep and nothing really seems to happen.

They also can instead of responding to Leumin call one of their coworkers, Sam to come over, in which he happily agrees. Leumin is not happy with this development, rationalizing that his feelings haven't gotten through to Heroine yet and decides to get rid of Sam as well.

Heroine can also decide to call Leumin over, to which he does agree very quickly. Afterwards, Heroine describes their situation of the death of their boss to where Leumin reassures them by stating they can work in the flower shop instead. Heroine falls asleep next to Leumin, leading to Leumin's confession while they are asleep. Heroine wakes up on their bed and finds Leumin on their couch and decides to cook dinner for him.

Going back by themselves will lead to Leumin talking about how he actually was the one who slashed their tires and although a bit worried about their skepticism, is happy that they were able to meet as he knows all about them.

I will say that despite the fact that I knew that Leumin was a yandere, I still was caught off guard by his yandere behavior. It's probably because the game has a very cutesy vibe to it, a sort of rainy comforting vibe towards it that made me believe it would be a lot more of a light yandere than he actually is, which... he's not really. Leumin goes through a lot to be with Heroine, from slashing their tires so that they're forced to walk together with him in the rain, to possibly killing the boss depending on if Leumin is invited in and even killing Sam the coworker if they so choose to invite him instead. He seems to have been watching Heroine for a while now, and seems like a more calculating yandere than he first seems. That being said, he still retains his more deredere side when interacting with Heroine being shy but overall encouraging to them despite what kinds of troubles they have been going through. It's a cute contrast that a lot of yanderes have, but I do like it when a yandere is shy around their love interest, since not only is it cute, but it continues that kind of gap that yanderes have over their cutesy nature versus their more vicious one.

Like I said though, I am a fan of the more rainy vibes that this game has. It's a comforting feeling, like a melancholy meeting in the rain, which is likely what this style will encapsulate in contrast with the more violent tendencies. I assume the setting will likely have rain often as a theme, which can be cool.

Overall, a fun start to a game. Leumin is very cute (and tall) so I am curious to see what he will be in the future. I'm digging the vibe of the game so far though and I am curious to see what lengths Leumin will go for our dear Heroine.

[bearsties]

Aaron/Roy Stampler HC's (SFW)

Headcanons for dating Arron / Roy Stampler (And both of them at the same time...) - I like to pretend the ending of the movie is different, so I guess this is an AU.

Only Aaron.

Very protective of you - Your wellbeing is his top priority, often prioritising you over himself. He will go out of his way to make sure you’re okay and comfortable. Sometimes he might overthink and want to ‘protect’ you even when you’re fine.

LOVES to be touchy and never wants to let you go. It took him some time to get fully used to being physically close to someone, but after getting comfortable, he never lets go. He loves to hold your hand, even though his hands are often shaky or fidgeting. He also loves when you play with his hair or run your fingers on his scalp. He gives amazing forehead kisses and will do it any time he can - it helps that he’s quite tall too.

The sound of your heartbeat is one of his favourite sounds. When cuddling, he will sometimes put his head on your chest just to listen to your heartbeat. It reminds him that you’re real and there with him.

He prefers to go on dates or just go out in general to places that are quiet and slow-paced. His perfect date is in the library or a quiet park. He also loves to relax with you in silence; he just loves your company. Extra brownie points if you’re physically touching - holding and stroking his palm as both of you read your own books.

Sometimes he will just beg to cuddle in bed instead of going outside. He loves doing stuff with you, but sometimes all he needs is a long cuddle session. He’s also an amazing hugger, nuzzling into you and keeping you warm. Once he wraps his arms around you, good luck getting away; he will not want to let go, ever.

Aaron is a great writer, and he knows that you love when he writes. He will often leave small notes and hide them for you to find, such as inside your book, on the mirror, or in your coat pocket. He will write little sweet messages, such as ‘I love you’ or ‘Have a lovely day’.

Because he loves physical contact with you, he ADORES when you touch him randomly. He melts under your touch when you trace your fingers gently against his skin - his forearm, his shoulder, his cheek as you kiss him.

He isn’t always a man of many words, but he is an incredible listener and can listen to you talk for days on end. He loves when you return home from work or being out and talk about your day. He will keep asking questions to have you talking nonstop. He sometimes asks you to talk to him while he nods off; your voice and ramblings help him fall asleep.

He blushes A LOT. His face will be red pretty much the whole time you’re with him, no matter how long you’ve been with him. But you love it. Sometimes you’ll purposely do things to make him blush - kiss his cheek on your tiptoes, brush your thumb across his cheek, nuzzle into him. Even just looking at him a certain way will have him flustered and a total mess.

He’s quite insecure about his stuttering, and it makes him grow red. But you always reassure him that you don’t mind and that you love it. However, since he gets flustered easily, he stutters a little bit more sometimes.

Aaron actually loves movies. He finds it embarrassing, but after each movie, he makes a note of it and gives it ratings and notes. What he loves even more is watching movies with you and discussing the movie afterward for hours (especially when you ramble on about the movie - good or bad). His favourite is actually horror/thriller, but he also has a soft spot for romance movies, which always leave him flustered.

He loves to try new things with you. It took him a while to get used to change, but once he accepted that nothing bad would happen, he really began enjoying new things. After watching a romance movie, he would ask you to try these new things - dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain, reading you a book (and the other way around), and more!

Rain. He loves the rain so much - the sound, the smell, the feeling of it on his skin. And it’s even better when you’re in his company while it rains too. He actually loves kissing in the rain, then running back in and sharing a shower.

He is new to sharing a shower; he always gets awkward, but he loves the intimacy and how close and personal it feels. He will sometimes help wash your hair or your back. He melts when you do the same to him.

Or, he will have baths with you. He will add essential oils or a bath bomb inside and get it all bubbly for both of you. He will wash your hair and help wash your back. (Of course, his face is red the whole time).

Aaron also loves cold weather. His favourite season is winter. The cold weather is basically an excuse to cuddle with you more, especially under a blanket with a cup of coffee or hot chocolate.

Aaron loves pet names. He will call you cute names such as ‘honey’ or ‘sweet’. Or whatever you ask him to. However, he loves it even more when you call him cute names.

He is prone to headaches and migraines. He also gets sick very often and feels super guilty when you look after him (even though you tell him that you love looking after him!!!). When he is ill or has a headache, he always asks for cuddles and for you to read him his book.

He works on burying Roy deep within himself to stop him from coming out and potentially hurting you. Roy trusts you, but Aaron still worries a lot about that, so he would rather keep you safe instead. You usually treat Roy as a friend only. Aaron gets jealous easily too, so he would rather just have you all to himself.

Aaron and Roy (Dating both) 

Aaron is protective, but Roy is even more so. Whenever Roy senses any threat to you that Aaron can’t handle, Roy will step in and will protect you even by confronting others - which is what Aaron can’t do.

Aaron does not like to share; Roy is more tolerant of it (sometimes!). But they both love you so much that sometimes sharing is what they have to do.

You’ve become adept at recognizing when you’re with either Aaron or Roy without having to ask. Usually, you can tell by the look in their eyes or by the fact that Roy will call you cruder pet names compared to Aaron. You also adjust how you interact with both - Aaron needing more gentle affection, while Roy needs more straightforwardness.

When out on a date, Aaron will let you take the lead and will pick quiet places. Roy, on the other hand, will take charge of social interactions and prefers busy places, such as city dates, bowling, or a restaurant.

When a disagreement arises, Aaron will usually retreat and go quiet. He will require gentleness and reassurance. Sometimes Roy will replace Aaron during confrontations to help with the situation, but he also does not hold back and may raise his voice slightly (which he apologises a lot afterward!). However, he does appreciate it if you’re honest and hold your ground.

Roy isn’t as touchy as Aaron and may sometimes withdraw when you’re feeling extra cuddly.

Just Roy 

Roy isn’t traditionally romantic and sometimes struggles to think of romantic dates with you. He doesn’t enjoy anything too romantic. He prefers more action-oriented dates, such as bowling, theme parks, and shopping malls.

He loves to take you shopping and will stand around with you for hours if it means watching you try on different clothes, especially the ones he picked out for you. He also loves spending money on you and wants you to wear the best.

Though he has a very hard exterior, he can be quite soft on the inside. He will cuddle you when you want to, but he won’t always seek it out. If you rest your head on his shoulder, he will happily run his fingers through your hair or just play with it in general.

Roy is very clever and loves to have debates with you about literally anything. He loves listening to you but also loves to talk—a lot.

He only trusts you, and it took him a long time to finally trust you fully. He gossips a lot and will tell you other people’s secrets, but he always keeps yours.

He can be very stubborn and pouts a lot (though he won’t admit it!). Sometimes he blames Aaron, saying 'it wasn’t me, it was Aaron' when he's being soft or pouty.

You and Aaron have a close friendship and sometimes chill together, but if you accidentally touch Aaron, Roy will come out and kiss you to assert his dominance.

Roy is JEALOUS. He narrows his eyes at any guy who looks at you and grabs you by the waist to pull you closer. He isn’t afraid to physically push guys away from you.

His temper can be quite bad, and he may get confrontational at times, but if you’re straightforward and honest, he calms down slightly. You need to stand your ground with him.

He avoids smoking near you because he knows you don’t like it. He goes outside or away from you to do so.

OR

He will never let you light your cigarette, always making sure to do it for you. He will also always provide one if you need it or offer one when he senses that you’re stressed.

Despite his tough exterior, he can be quite a gentleman, holding doors for you, giving you his jacket when you’re cold, and paying the bill. He wants you all to himself and wants you to feel wanted.

Just like Aaron, he suffers from headaches and migraines, and sometimes even nightmares where he wakes up in cold sweats. He secretly LOVES being babied but would never admit to it. He loves it when you make him food or stroke his arm as he waits for the headache to pass. Because he’s stubborn, he will never ask for these things, but after the headache is gone, he showers you with kisses and hugs as a thank you.

Aaron loves movies, but Roy loves music the most. He has a playlist of your and his favourite songs that he listens to all the time. He likes all genres surprisingly; you once walked in on him listening to classical music. He almost always has music on, no matter what he’s doing.

[iamthecomet]

-rolls in a space heater-

Jumping right into it while my brain is still capable of thinking of anything but sleep.

For your consideration: A very pent up Dew, who clearly needs to get laid, but keeps pushing people away because he doesn't wanna fuck anyone, not because he isn't horny as hell, but because he doesn't wanna be on top.

Like, he doesn't wanna put in any effort, he just wants to be taken care of, but he also does not want to admit that he wants, well, the princess treatment, and no one offers it to him, so he's just... he's seething just a liiiittle bit.

Well, Rain decides that, maybe, he should test the waters a bit, because he's pretty sure he knows that that's what Dew wants, but no one else is picking up what he's putting down, so...

Rain invites him to his room to watch a movie and decompress, and takes it upon himself to casually start fingering him while they're watching said movie.

Dew goes from sort of rigid and tired to slowly relaxing and even whining a little bit as Rain just carefully picks him apart, and then he fucks him sideways so he can keep watching the movie, even though Dew cannot for the life of him focus now, now can he?

Something, something, Rain takes care of him afterwards, too, and Dew gets to go to sleep all cozy and comfortable with Rain wrapped around him.

That's it, that's the thought.

-naps by the heater like a cat-

HI LAMP! It's been so long, I am sending you love and good vibes. I hope things are going well ♥. ANYWAY You always bring me such good thoughtssss. They are just perfect for each other aren't they? I love this so much. Rain knowing exactly what Dew needs--but not forcing him to admit, just slowly working toward it like he knows if he moves too quickly Dew will shut down. And god the image of Dew just melting into him, slowly being taken apart. Shuddering in Rain's arms as he works him over, works him open. Slipping in and fucking him while Dew tries and fails to keep his eyes open enough to pay attention to the movie. They end up having to rewind to watch the part they missed. And if Dew falls asleep and misses it again, Rain won't say a word about it later.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

If it's not too much bother I would also like to request some more Little!Lord Raiden headcanons please thank you! 🥺❤️

-🦈

It's not a bother at all!! <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Lord Raiden Hcs pt 3

⛈️ I can’t believe I never spoke of this but I think Lord Raiden would really enjoy falling asleep to rain noises, especially Little Raiden

⛈️ It was Kitana who showed him them when he was small and she was babysitting him, and he was out like a light

⛈️ Raiden doesn’t have many regression items . . . Until his friends realize he doesn’t have many regression items

⛈️ Suddenly, he has a lot of things!! Some basic items, like some coloring books and crayons, but also some more harder to hide things, like those baby ring stacker things and some blocks!

⛈️ They’d get him those jumbo crayons too!! Cause they make him feel littler, also he has a habit of breaking normal crayons and it makes him really sad

⛈️ But the only problem is that they don’t tell him when they got him something, more times than not the object just appears on his bed

⛈️ . . . That does not mean the person who gave the gift is sneaky about it at all

⛈️ One time Jax literally put his name on the From card on a duck plushie

⛈️ ^ The plushie means the WORLD to Raiden . . . On his shelf, where it’ll stay safe

⛈️ Yeah he has a bit of a difficult time playing pretend and imagination, but toys like the ring stacks are fun for a bit!!

⛈️ He likes the blocks too, but one time Cassie knocked them over by accident and he keeps getting sad when he looks at them because his castle was destroyed once and he doesn’t wanna build another one now :(

⛈️ Speaking of Cassie, I think the Kombat Kids would think Little Raiden is very entertaining!!

⛈️ They’re used to big scary Lord Raiden, not a quiet Raiden that’s kicking the table leg because it’s funny

⛈️ They’re all candy bribers. Every single one of them.

⛈️ Lord Raiden would whine and complain about using pacis before trying them out

⛈️ He can't use that!! Hes a God! Protector of Earthrealm! What if someone sees? Or makes fun of him? Or his teeth get messed up? Did we forget the fact that he’s a God, not a mortal?

⛈️ But when he does, finally, use one, he's hooked

⛈️ He never sucked thumbs or used teether before, but likes having a soother anyways, they’re especially useful when he’s having a difficult time slipping or is having a difficult time in general

⛈️ His blankie is still his number one favorite object though, sorry Jax’s Duck

⛈️ ^ That duck also does not have a name, Fujin laughed when Raiden called it Duckie and Raiden refused to name it afterwards

⛈️ Another favorite activity Raiden has are those children activity books (whehter it’s a coloring book with activities, or those young children school help things)

⛈️ Most times he’s more of an age dreamer, so simple math or connect the dots are easier for him

⛈️ Plus if he does have any fuss, Fujin can easily help him solve the problem!!

⛈️ And Raiden still gets praised for figuring it out!! . . . Even though he didn’t do much work

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

So sorry this ones shorter than most!!

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 13 - Creation]

Warnings: Min fucking Yoongi, he is a menace and I need him, hot vampires being hot, douchebags being douchebags, but also big sad and heartbreak and :(, I also have no idea of the workings of poker and only took a quick class on it for this chapter so if there are any mistakes please forgive them I am still trying to learn hahaha, i also want to state that my legs are wide open for min yoongi

Wordcount: 12.8k

a/n: me writing the beginning: hehe selphcäre :D me writing the end: no selphcäre  >:(

The soft scratching of a pen on paper wakes you the next morning. Perhaps it was the loud traffic of the city more than the pen, but you actively take in that little sound more than the rushing of cars and the roaring of buses. You know that they are so loud because it is currently storming outside. You can hear the rain hit the window each time an especially strong gust of wind pushes it violently.

You peel your eyes open, meeting the view of Yoongi sitting on bed and writing in his notebook. His head is propped up on two pillows and his button up is open in the front, giving view to his porcelain chest. He has his ear buds in and the waves once present in his long hair have faded overnight, leaving behind silky strands of hair hanging all into his face. It still looks a little ruffled from what you did to it last night when he chased you in desperate rolls of his hips and all you could do was hold him close. You feel yourself tingle at the memory. Sometimes you can’t believe that he is real and more so, that he is yours.

You reach out, dancing your fingertips up and down his tummy. His skin is covered in goosebumps instantly.

Yoongi takes out his ear buds, looking down at you with fond eyes.

“Hey”, he whispers in order not to disturb the morning peace.

“Hey”, you whisper, gazing up at him.

“Did you sleep well, my princess?”

You nod your head, giving him a sleepy smile. Yoongi retorts it, reaching down to brush the back of his hand over your cheek.

“That’s good to hear”, he says, tracing your eyebrow with just his fingertip before he runs it along your temple until he goes to tug a little strand of hair behind your ear, “how is your head? Do you still feel dizzy?”

“No, I feel better”, you say.

“That’s good”, he whispers and then leans down to kiss your temple, “I was worried yesterday.”

“You don’t have to be anymore, I feel really fine. Just a little thirsty.”

“Here”, Yoongi turns to get a glass of water from his nightstand, “drink that.”

You sit up, accepting his offer gladly.

“Thanks”, you say, setting your lips on the rim of the glass to drink afterwards. The water tastes fresh and has just the right temperature to feel wonderful on your tongue. You finish it with a content sigh, handing the empty glass back to Yoongi, “thank you.”

Yoongi nods his head and puts the glass back on the nightstand. Then he lets his eyes run over your bared body, “hm”, he lets out and takes off his shirt to drape it over your shoulders instead. 

“Better”, he says.

“Oh? Thank you”, you murmur, “but you don’t have to do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re shirtless like this.”

“So?”

“I just thought, I don’t know”, you glance at his chest, “you can take it back if you’re uncomfortable.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He cups your cheek and tugs you close gently so he can kiss your lips. 

“Don’t worry about me, my love”, he whispers, straightening back up, “keep the shirt. It fits you so well”, he says and rests back against the pillows to continue writing in his notebook. He doesn’t put his ear buds back in.

You scoot closer, touching his arm until he understands and opens it for you. You rest your head on his chest, hand coming to touch his chest and eyes running over the words in his notebook. 

“Are you working on lyrics?” you ask him.

“Yes, the weather is so nice and I had an idea.”

“If only I had just one day, I want to peacefully fall asleep intoxicated with your sweet scent”, you read out loud.

“Don’t read that, it’s not finished yet”, he whines, covering half of the page with his hand. But you push it off again, continuing to read.

“I wanna be locked in you and swim in you. I want to know you more, an explorer venturing through your deep forest of mystery.”

“Princess, don’t read that”, he complains, trying to push your hand away but failing miserably.

“I appreciate the masterpiece that is you because your existence alone is art.”

You crane your neck to look up at him.

“This is so romantic, oh my god Yoongi”, you gasp.

“Yeah well”, he looks to the side, touching his ear.

“I really love it. I bet the song is gonna be so beautiful. Do you already know how you will call it?”

He shakes his head and then closes his book.

“We should, uhm, we should get up before it gets too late.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, uhm”, he touches his neck, “no, it’s just…late.”

“I said something wrong, didn’t I?”

“No, it’s just that-”, he sighs in defeat, “the song’s about you, I wanted to surprise you”, he whispers, “urgh god, it’s so cringe I know”, he groans, hiding his face behind his hands.

“No it’s not, oh my god”, you gasp, tugging his hands away to kiss his knuckles, “I wanna cry, this is the sweetest thing someone ever did for me”, you confess, rubbing your cheek against his hands, “I will pretend as if I read nothing, but I’ll think about it every night before going to sleep. Secretly of course.”

Yoongi chuckles, melting into a puddle of fondness. He uses just a little bit of his strength to pull you close.

“Hm?” you get out then you already feel his big hand cupping your cheek and his lips claiming yours in a sweet kiss.

He breaks it, but rubs the tip of his nose against yours.

“You’re so fucking cute”, he whispers, running his thumb over your cheekbone, “keep that shit up and I’ll put you in my pocket for safekeeping.”

He makes you giggle and nudge his chest.

“Not if I’m quicker and put you in my pocket first.”

Yoongi chuckles, pecking your lips, “you know that you can’t win. I’m faster than you.”

“I guess”, you snicker.

“Heh”, Yoongi lets out, peeling his eyes open for the sole reason that you pulled back. Your warm palms cradle his cheeks safely, sending the most addicting shivers down his spine whenever they brush his skin. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes halfway as they cloud over in warmth. He sighs, leaning even more into your touch, “someone’s gonna knock on our door soon. I wanna ignore them.”

“How do you-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“See? I told you”, Yoongi says, lifting his head from the safe cocoon that were your hands.

“It’s still remarkable how well you hear”, you murmur, sneaking a glance at the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I’m getting it”, Yoongi says in an exhausted sigh, peeling himself off bed.

Knock.

“Who’s there?” he interrupts them before they could knock even more.

“Emma. I’m sorry for the disturbance, but I wanted to ask if you already know when we’ll leave today.”

“Soon. Why?”

“It’s just that Jinnie and I wanted to eat breakfast with the others and we don’t know whether we can go or whether to get it on the road.”

“You can go. You have an hour.”

“Okay. Do you want to come with us too?”

“No thank you, I’m busy.”

“I see. Is ___ with you?”

“Why?”

“She’s not in her room. Hobi just checked and informed me.”

“Yes, she’s with me.”

“I see. Well, then I don’t want to disturb you guys any longer. Have fun. And you too ___, if you can hear me!” Emma calls out and then seemingly disappears as Yoongi turns back around and hurries back to bed.

“I assume bedtime’s over?” you ask him.

“Why? We still have an hour”, Yoongi says and picks you up only to lay you down and attack your neck with tickling kisses. He puts his weight on your lap as he sits down on it.

“As if an hour has ever been enough for you”, you laugh, fingers tangling in his soft hair and neck tingling like crazy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, lips nibbling on your jawline playfully.

“It means that we’re not gonna have sex right now”, you chuckle, writhing in a weak attempt to flee him (you really don’t want to flee him, he feels wonderful).

“Yeah we are”, he throws back, taking your earlobe between his teeth carefully.

“Wow okay”, you full on laugh, pushing at his chest softly, “I see how it is.”

“Mhm yeah”, he whispers, dancing his lips to the shell of your ear, “that’s how it is.”

“Yoongi, come on”, you giggle, squirming again because Yoongi had the hot audacity to cup your breast and squeeze it. "Don’t do that."

“Give into me, my princess”, he coos playfully, nuzzling into you as his fingers massage your flesh.

You squeal and giggle, pushing at him gently.

“You're so unfair”, you laugh. 

“Sorry”, he mumbles, lifting his head to give you a boyish grin. He slips his hand to your waist, caressing you slowly, “I’m already stopping. You’re right, we should get ready.”

“Mhm yeah”, you nudge his chest, “it’ll make tonight even more exciting, yeah?”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?”

You wiggle your brows.

“Fucking hell, princess”, Yoongi groans and leans in to kiss your neck, “you’re fucking awful. I have things to do today. Why are you telling me now?”

You cackle, ruffling his hair.

“You’ll live.”

“I haven’t lived in three thousand years, I’m actually gonna die today.”

“Okay, dramatic much?” you say, snorting loudly, “you’re so silly sometimes.”

Yoongi huffs out air and forces himself to straighten up. His hands are on each side of your head, his hair is hanging into your face. It’s so unfair. It is just the two of you right now and you have to get up. You want to keep looking at him as he sits on your lap and kisses you. But time is not on your side right now.

“You sure about not having sex now?” he asks.

“Yes I am”, you snicker, “we have to pack and I know you’ll whine about not taking a shower later if you don’t take it now.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “can’t you be reckless once? You’re always deciding to be reckless in the most inconvenient moments, but when I want you to be, you’re being responsible”, he mumbles, getting off your lap.

“Well, I’m sorry that I wanna be the responsible one for once”, you laugh, sitting up and watching him strut to the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, I’m gonna take a shower now. Can you pack my stuff in the meantime?”

“Yes, I can”, you say.

“Thank you.”

Yoongi leans the door closed and seconds later, you can hear the water run.

The rain stopped once it’s time for you to leave for Brussels. The streets are still wet and the skies still grey. It will most definitely continue to rain later. The others are already loading the trunks of the cars. Emma abandons Seokjin’s side to hurry to you.

“I’ve got breakfast”, she says, handing you a paper bag.

“For me?” you gasp, opening it, “foccaccia? Emma, you shouldn’t have. Thank you. It looks so delicious.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s really tasty. Jinnie had one as well and he let me have a bite.”

“This is so sweet, thank you. I’m really looking forward to it”, you say, taking it out of the bag to eat it deliciously. You are in the middle of taking another bite when Taehyung interrupts you with a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning, my darling”, he says, nuzzling his nose into your neck, “you smell wonderful”, he whispers, inhaling deeply.

“Good morning, Tae. I had an incredible night”, you say, doing a little twirl so you face him. You give him a quick smile before finally biting into the delicious food.

“An incredible night you say?” Taehyung asks.

“She was with me”, Yoongi says nonchalantly as he walks past you. It is all Taehyung needed to hear and it was enough to send heat to your cheeks.

“Oh that”, Taehyung chuckles, “I needn’t know more to understand. I am sure you had a lovely time. Do you enjoy your breakfast?”

“I am. It’s really yummy.”

“That is very good to hear”, he smiles and then hurries to Yoongi at the back of the car to help him load the bags. Jungkook is the last to bring his bag, jogging up to your group with big eyes.

“Good morning, ___”, he greets you in passing and disappears behind the car.

Once the bags are stored safely, you are good to go. You and your three men take one car while the others take the second. Except for Jimin, who after a moment of jealous pondering, decided to join you as well.

“Oh? Jimin? Hello there”, Taehyung greets him happily, while the rest of you watch him climb on the backseat with slight distaste in your eyes. Each of you with different reasons for said distaste.

Yoongi is the one driving while you sit next to him after both Jungkook and Taehyung insisted you take the passenger seat. They take the backseat. With Jimin.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks him.

“Didn’t wanna be with the others”, Jimin answers him dryly and then looks out the window. He is sitting right behind you. His presence makes you nervous.

Yoongi starts the car and drives off. Hoseok and the others follow you. The air is tense until the next crossroad comes along and then Yoongi finally talks.

“___ told me what you did to her”, he says.

“What?!” Jimin exclaims, “you bitch, I fucking trusted you why would you tell him?” he spits, reaching to the front to hit your arm rather forcefully.

“Careful”, Yoongi warns him, catching him by his wrist before he makes contact with you, “you already did enough when you pushed her against the wall, you fucking cunt. Touch her again and I’ll break some bones.”

“You did what?” Jungkook gasps and while he looks at Jimin in shock, the latter seems to relax in utter relief. So his secret was still safe.

“Yeah well”, he begins and pulls his hand out of Yoongi’s fingers, “I already apologised, so scolding me comes a little late.”

“Indeed”, Taehyung throws in, “and I talked to him as well. He knows not to repeat his behaviour again. Right, Jimin?”

“Yes”, Jimin mumbles, looking to the side. Never before was he as glad to not have a heart anymore as he was right now.

“Tch”, Yoongi clicks his tongue, “you’re on thin ice, Park Jimin.”

“Yeah, yeah I know”, Jimin says and rolls his eyes, shifting them to the outside world afterwards. His knee is bouncing up and down nervously, but nobody really notices that it does. Yoongi concentrates on driving, you try to calm down your pulse again, Jungkook is busy with sending daggers Jimin’s way and Taehyung is trying his hardest to come up with ways of diffusing the tense air.

He sticks his head to the front.

“Shall we listen to music?” he asks, “I bet the drive will feel a lot more cheerful with the right music.”

“Of course, what have you got? I’m connected just tell me what you want” you say, feeling better now that other topics of conversations are beginning to come up.

“May I have your phone?”

“Sure.”

You hand it to him and after Taehyung typed in his playlist wish, accept it from him again. The first song is an upbeat song all about going on adventures with your friends.

“That’s rather fitting”, you say, wiggling your shoulders to the melody.

“Yes? I agree. I enjoy this playlist a lot, it always makes me feel happy”, Taehyung says and then begins singing the lyrics, dancing on the backseat as best as possible. He includes Jungkook, who is terribly shy at first, but soon thaws. Just five songs in and he and Taehyung are singing the most passionate duets, trying to outsing each other with giggles and snickers.

You and Yoongi listen to the whole ordeal with fond smiles on your faces. Truly it is such a nice thing to spend the drive like that. Taehyung tried to get you and Yoongi to sing as well at some point, but failed miserably. You declined with a chuckle while Yoongi called him a punk and shook his head. But Taehyung didn’t mind, singing with Jungkook instead.

He also tried to include Jimin, but he said that he wasn’t in the mood to sing and then continued to very obviously sulk in jealousy. Taehyung didn’t try again and turned his full attention to Jungkook and for the next hours of the drive songs were sung, conversations about music were held and talks about the strong rain were as present as the rain itself.

The energy in the backseat dies down a little once two hours passed. Jungkook can only sing that much and then his need for naps becomes too strong. And napping he did. Oh, he napped like a champ, head against the window and mouth agape widely. Jimin has been sleeping for the past hour, but hid his face from you so well that you didn’t even notice. Taehyung didn’t nap. He was filled with too much energy for that. He sticks his head to the front again.

“I am happy that I took the car with you”, he says, “I am sure that the others aren’t having even remotely as much fun as we have.”

Jimin wakes up at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, gasping loud enough that Yoongi notices. He sneaks a glance back at him while the rest of the car doesn’t notice. He studies the utter and raw fear on Jimin’s face, gripping the steering wheel tighter while his jaw tensed in worry. He knows what that expression means. Their eyes lock. The fear disappears from Jimin’s features, for a second embarrassment is present before he gains back control and scowls at Yoongi. The latter looks away, grinding his teeth as he thinks.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” Taehyung is still talking to you, “I bet that they aren’t listening to such fun music as we are.”

“I’m sure of it”, you say, reaching behind to pinch his cheek softly, “you’re cute.”

Taehyung grins boyishly and kisses your finger.

“I heard that we are staying with one of your creations”, you say.

“Indeed. Did Yoongi tell you?”

“He did.”

“Well, he is correct. I turned Charles in the thirties and we have been friends ever since.”

“Yes? I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

“You truly should, he is so much fun to be around.”

“I’m sure he is”, you say and glance at Yoongi, “do you also know Charles personally?”

“No. Only from Tae’s stories”, Yoongi answers you.

“I think you will like him. He can be a little bit of an elitist prick at times, but he enjoys poker and whiskey”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm those things are good.”

“Indeed. Oh hyung, you can bond over those things with him.”

“Thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” Taehyung pouts, “it could be fun.”

“I’m not here to make friends. Especially not with vampires.”

Taehyung huffs out air, “you are unfair. Not only to Charles, but to yourself. Why do you refuse to make new friends?”

“Because I don’t need to make new friends all the time. I've got you guys and that’s more than enough.”

Silence where Yoongi’s accidental sappy confession hangs in the air. Taehyung breaks it with a squeal and his hand squeezing Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi scowls in an attempt to cover up his flush of embarrassment.

“You are adorable, hyung.”

“Whatever. It’s fucking stupid”, Yoongi grumbles, earning himself a fond giggle from you. He feels like being burned alive would be easier to bear. He is such a chatty idiot sometimes. His stupid confession will haunt him for days. Yoongi blushes harder and hopes that you can’t see it (you can).

“You will like him, just you see”, Taehyung says and then turns to Jimin, “tell them how much fun Charles can be.”

“Charles is a cunt”, Jimin says.

“Jimin”, Taehyung gasps and sags his shoulders, “why would you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth. He is a snob and a fucking idiot and I don’t like it when you’re around him.”

“Oh Jimin, stop that”, Taehyung slaps his arm softly, “why must you always be so jealous? You liked Charles back in our days, why are you so rude to him now?”

“Because. That’s why.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and smiles fondly, “this is no reason to dislike someone. First Fringella and now Charles. Why do you hate our friends all of a sudden?”

“Because I just don’t fucking like them anymore, okay? They’re both idiots and they turn you into an idiot.”

Taehyung furrows his brows, “this was uncalled for. You liked being with them in the past, why must you say something like that all of a sudden?”

“Well, maybe I just liked it because Namjoon told me to like it, okay?”

Heavy silence again as Jimin’s rather sad confession hangs in the air. Taehyung gawks at Jimin, you hold your breath and Yoongi glances at Jimin in a mixture of anger at Namjoon and worry for Jimin.

“Jimin…” Taehyung begins and tries to hold Jimin’s hand.

“Fuck off”, Jimin hisses and rips his hand away, “I don’t wanna be touched.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you”, Taehyung whispers, trying to hold his hand again.

Jimin doesn’t pull away this time around, staring at the rain with a tight jaw.

“Jimin? Did you hear me? I really didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know”, Jimin grumbles and turns his knees away as he visibly tries to hide away again.

Yoongi finally looks away, grinding his teeth. You finally begin breathing again, sneaking a glance at Yoongi. He retorts it and lets you know with a nod of his head that he is thinking the same as you.

Taehyung leans into Jimin and presses a kiss to his shoulder, while the latter acts as if it doesn’t affect him while deep in his chest something stings unbearably.

Jungkook wakes from his long slumber then, straightening up with a loud yawn and shifting your attentions to him. His hair is ruffled except for the dent where he rested on. His eyes are puffy and barely stay open. 

“Slept well?” you ask him.

“Too well, I’m so sleepy”, Jungkook mumbles and yawns, slouching to the side until his head naturally falls onto Taehyung’s shoulder. 

The latter smiles fondly and presses a quick kiss to Jungkook’s head.  Jungkook tilts it to gaze at Taehyung, earning himself a soft forehead kiss from him. 

“What are you doing?” Jimin gasps, but his question stays unanswered while he is left gawking at the surprising scene in front of him.

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums and closes his eyes with a smile. His hand slips between Taehyung’s thighs instinctively. Not in a sexual way, but an intimate way. Searching for warmth at a spot not many are allowed to touch. There is no superior motive behind the touch, just simple and honest connection. His thumb rubs circles into Taehyung’s clothed skin.

“Feels good”, Jungkook whispers.

“You’re so handsome”, Taehyung whispers, trailing kisses up and down Jungkook’s forehead and nose. 

“Mhm, it feels so good.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah, makes me sleepy.”

“You can sleep some more. Rest on me, I promise I won’t move too much.”

“No, I shouldn’t. I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight if I do.”

“That sounds like an advantage. I want you energised for what I’ve planned for you”, Taehyung whispers, painting colours onto Jungkook’s cheeks and heat to your face, while Jimin tightens his jaw in jealousy.

“There’s a time and place for that, my guys”, Yoongi warns, gripping the steering wheel awkwardly.

Jungkook breaks away from Taehyung with beet red cheeks, staring out the window obsessively. 

Taehyung sticks his head to the front again, looking cocky.

“Don’t tell me that you have a problem with us”, he teases.

“Of course I don’t, but I don’t need to know details about your sex life. Keep that shit to yourselves.”

Taehyung snickers while Jungkook almost goes up in flames of embarrassment. 

“I wasn’t even talking about sex right now. I plan on working out with Kook tonight.”

“Mhm yeah sure”, Yoongi says sarcastically.

Taehyung laughs, resting back against the seat. He closes the distance between him and Jungkook, pulling the younger vampire into his side with a strong arm around his shoulder. 

Jungkook allows him, even going as far as to rest his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. 

“I don’t have a problem with you guys”, Yoongi says quietly, “don’t think like that, it upsets me.”

“I was only teasing hyung, of course I know that you don’t”, Taehyung assures him.

“Good.”

“I don’t have a problem either, by the way”, you say, looking back at them, “you guys are so cute together.”

“Thanks”, Jungkook murmurs, lowering his eyes shyly.

“Well thank you, I think so too”, Taehyung says and kisses the crown of Jungkook’s head, “he is addicting wouldn’t you say? Oh, I want him every waking hour of the day.”

Jimin slips his hand out of Taehyung’s grasp and stares out the window with an almost obsessive precision while the stinging pain in his chest grows.

“Tae, stop”, Jungkook whispers, hiding away in Taehyung. 

You melt in fondness while Yoongi shifts awkwardly.

“Why? Can’t I tell my angel boy that he is taking up my mind, mhm?”

Jungkook giggles, shaking his head. 

“Why not? I want to. Just as I want to make sure you never forget just how deeply I crave you.”

Jungkook cackles and presses his face into Taehyung’s upper arm as he grips the fabric of his shirt. He is wiggling his shoulders and kicking his feet, looking beyond adorable.

“Time and place, please”, Yoongi warns in a slightly whiney voice. 

You chuckle while Taehyung laughs and Jungkook whines. Only two minutes later however and they are making out on the backseat of the car despite Yoongi’s passionate complaints. They couldn’t be stopped and you liked that for them. They deserve to be happy and they deserve it even more to be happy together. Yoongi secretly liked it as well and while these two were sighing and groaning and kissing on the backseat, he slipped his hand between your legs. 

Not in a sexual way or any way that could soil your good appearance, but it was still heavily laced with desire. The touch was innocent yet told you that if you and he were alone in this car, he would have already stopped it and let his hand wander to warmer places. 

Listening to (and watching) Taehyung and Jungkook make out behind you, became way more difficult because of it, but you liked it. 

You liked all of this.

Jimin didn’t, but he had no idea how to stop it while he felt as if everything was slipping out of his fingers. 

Charles lives in an old building in the middle of the city. It spans over four floors and has an impressive façade. A man stands atop the stairs, carrying a bright smile on his lips. His dark hair is slicked to the side and a thin moustache adorns his face. Just like Taehyung, he wears a suit with a waistcoat matching his body type. This must be Charles.

“My friend”, he says, stretching his arms out.

“Charles”, Taehyung says, hurrying up the stairs to hug him tightly, “it is so good to see you again.”

“Indeed. It has been too many months”, Charles says, hugging him back. His eyes drift to your little group. Jimin to be more specific. “Oh? How is that possible? I thought he died.”

Taehyung breaks away, “Charles, the most incredible thing happened. Jimin returned. All my grief was misplaced.”

“Well, that is wonderful news, I am so happy for you my friend. Good day, Jimin. Long time no see”, Charles says, trying to welcome him with a hug.

Jimin walks past him, bumping his shoulders with him so aggressively that the vampire stumbles in surprise. Charles rubs his shoulder and lets out a disbelieved chuckle.

“I see that he hasn’t changed”, he says to Taehyung.

“Please forgive him”, Taehyung says in embarrassment, “Charles, meet my other friends”, he says and waves you closer, “that is my girlfriend ___, she is wonderful”, he says, draping his arm over your shoulder, “and my lover Jungkook, he is wonderful as well”, he adds, taking Jungkook into a hug as well.

Charles studies your face then Jungkook’s.

“Interesting”, he says, squinting his eyes, “a human and a Ripper. A peculiar combination. But you know what you are doing, dear Tae.”

“Indeed, I do.”

“Very well then. Come in, come in. I had my servants prepare a hearty meal for us. I didn’t expect a human to be on the guest list, so I have nothing prepared for you”, Charles says, “James! Carlyle!”

Two grey-haired men appear in the hallway. They are dressed in formal suits and bow at him.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Be so kind and get our guests’ bags and tell Rosalie to prepare something for a human.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Yoongi stops one of the butlers before he can leave for the bags, “I’ll get them myself. Thanks.”

Charles studies him, “interesting”, he says and then turns to strut down the hallway with the rest of you following him. “I haven’t housed a human in decades, which is quite ironic as all of my staff members are human.”

“Do they know what you are?”

“Yes of course they do. Where do you think I get my blood from?” he asks and laughs.

You look at the others. Jungkook and Hoseok seem shocked. Yoongi and Seokjin are angry. Emma seems surprised while Taehyung looks as if he already knew.

“Do they know that they are getting fed on?” Seokjin asks.

“Well yes of course they do”, Charles dismisses him.

“I see”, Seokjin says, sneaking a glance at Yoongi to find agreement in the distaste.

One of the butlers opens a door for you, bowing his head at you. Charles leads you inside. Candlelight brightens the otherwise dark room. The curtains are pulled closed to keep out the street light. The walls are a deep, dark green while the furniture’s wood borders close to black. The dining table in the middle of the room is long and carries an impressive collection of candleholders and glass decorations. There isn’t any food on the table, just bottles of alcohol and soup bowls filled with a red soup. One, which Jimin is already eating, eyes a deep red colour as he does. You have a gist what might actually be in that soup, finding the idea rather revolting.

“What the hell?” Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his nose. His cheeks are covered in black veins instantly, his fangs break through his gums within seconds.

Charles watches it happening, “interesting”, he says and continues to pick out his place to sit.

“Kook, come here”, Yoongi says.

Jungkook hurries to Yoongi’s side instantly, burying his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as the latter closes his arm around him. Like this, the potent scent of blood is shielded from his nose, making existing in this room easier to bear.

“Why do you have blood in bowls?” Yoongi hisses at Charles.

“Is he in training?” Charles asks.

“Even if he wasn’t, this is a fucked up thing to do.”

“Why is that? All the blood is farmed ethically”, Charles says and lifts his spoon to his lips. He slurps up the blood, doing so with his eyes changing into a deep red colour.

“Farmed?”

“Calm down”, Charles says, smile falling within a second, “the blood is from multiple people and they all wanted it to happen. Worry not, they are all very alive. Jimin doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, so why do you?” he asks, placing his hand on Jimin’s arm.

The latter hisses and flinches away.

“Don’t touch me”, he grumbles, burying himself back in his blood soup.

“See? He is enjoying his meal.”

“We’re not staying here. ___, Kookie we are leaving. Come with me”, Yoongi says, dragging you away from Taehyung.

“Now, now what is the matter with you?” Charles asks, “I thought that you would appreciate the offer.”

“We do Charles, don’t worry”, Taehyung says, sitting down. He picks up the spoon and eats the blood, humming in approval, “it tastes very good, old friend.”

“Seriously?” Yoongi asks.

“Please sit down”, Taehyung whispers, begging him with big puppy eyes.

“No? Are you fucking dumb? We are not eating blood out of a bowl like some sort of savages.”

“Interesting”, Charles says.

Yoongi’s eyes flit to him.

“Do you prefer to have it straight from the source then? I completely understand. Oh silly me, I should have brought in the humans instead of farming them. It tastes so much better when you can feel the blood pumping out of them, doesn’t it?”

“Stop talking like that. We don’t want human blood.”

“Interesting.”

“Stop saying interesting to everything I say.”

“But it is. You are very interesting. Taehyung and Jimin are travelling with a group of vegetarians, a training Ripper and a human. And for some unexplainable reason, one of the vegetarians believes that he is stronger than a real vampire.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, why else would you act up? I offered you my blood. Out of the kindness of my heart.”

“Do you wanna say that again?”

“You heard me.”

“Charles, I really wouldn’t if I were you”, Taehyung says.

“And why is that? It is common knowledge that vegetarians are weaker than the vampires who think normally.”

“Charles, he is Min Yoongi.”

“And? I am sure there are many with that name.”

“The Min Yoongi.”

Charles eyes flit to Yoongi. He tries not to show it, but he is surprised. His eyes widen just the slightest bit.

“Oh well that is”, Charles laughs breathily, “interesting indeed. Yes very interesting. Please forgive my manners, I must have forgotten them for a moment”, he says, getting to his feet. He struts to Yoongi with open arms, “let us start fresh. What can I bring you instead? I am sure that we can come to an agreement.” he says with a friendly smile. He tries to place his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder but the latter pushes it off with a throaty growl.

“Please stay, please, I will tell my butlers to prepare something else. Animal blood you say? I am sure that we have something of that sort in the kitchen”, Charles says and leaves the room hastily. He closes the door behind him and for the next minutes won’t return.

Yoongi turns to Taehyung, closes the distance between them and flicks his fingers against his forehead.

“Ouch”, Taehyung gasps, touching the spot, “why did you do that?”

“That’s for actually eating the blood.”

“So why aren’t you flipping Jimin’s forehead as well? He started it.”

“Because he’s an idiot and expected nothing else from him.”

“Rude?” Jimin gasps, dropping his spoon.

Yoongi sends him a look then shifts it back to Taehyung.

“I merely wanted to keep the peace”, Taehyung whispers, lowers his eyes in embarrassment.

“By being a bootlicker, who gives up his own morals?”

“I just didn’t want Charles to feel hurt. He is truthful when he says that the blood is farmed consensually.”

“Stop calling it like that. Humans aren’t things to be farmed.”

Taehyung shoves his bowl of half finished blood away, “I know. I do, I truly do.”

“Hyung”, Jungkook interrupts their quarrels. Seokjin is holding him by his shoulders tightly.

“Yes Kookie?”

“I want to eat”, he chokes out.

“Jin take him outside”, Yoongi says, “I’ll be with you shortly.”

“Will do. Come on JK, let’s go for a walk”, Seokjin says, leading a trembling Jungkook out of the room. Emma and Hoseok follow them. You stay behind, knowing that Jungkook would not do well with you close to him. You inch closer to Yoongi, holding his arm tightly.

“Maybe Tae didn’t know?” you say in hopes of keeping the peace.

“I didn’t, truly I didn’t. If I knew that Charles planned dinner, I would have told him your preferences”, Taehyung insists.

“You seriously have shit friends, Tae”, Yoongi says, eyes drifting to Jimin, “no offence.”

“No, I agree with you. Charles is a cunt and that says a lot because I’m a cunt too.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Jimin clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at Yoongi.

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung says, standing up, “please stay? I promise that he will do better from now on.”

“No. We are not staying here. I’m not letting ___ be close to someone like him.”

“He wouldn’t dare to hurt her.”

“I don’t care. I’m not risking it.”

“Hyung please?” Taehyung tries, holding Yoongi’s hand even if the latter tenses up in surprise, “I want to be of help. I, I want to know that I picked out a good place to stay. Please?”

“I’m sure you did. Just not for ___. I’m taking her somewhere else. Sorry, Tae.”

“Now, now please don’t leave so soon”, Charles enters the room again, followed by his servants. They go to work instantly, cleaning the blood from the tables to switch it out for animal blood. They also set down your food, “we can accommodate to your needs. Where is the rest of your group?”

“Outside. The room stinks.”

“James, open the windows. We don’t want our guests to feel uncomfortable here.” Charles turns to Yoongi, “now please give me another chance. If I knew that we would get such important visitors, I would have asked ahead for your preferences.”

Yoongi purses his lips in disgust.

“Acting like a bootlicker is not gonna make me like you”, he growls.

Charles laughs, “we can laugh about it then”, he says, trying to touch Yoongi’s arm again.

Yoongi dodges it.

“We are leaving”, he says, intertwining his fingers with you to leave with you.

“What a shame. I would have loved to tell you all I know about Namjoon.”

Yoongi stops, lifting his head proudly.

“But I completely respect that you want to leave.”

Yoongi gives your hand one squeeze, which lets you know that he was pissed.

“James”, he grumbles.

“Yes Sir?” the butler says, hurrying to his side and bowing his head.

“Get the others from outside. We’re staying for a while longer.”

“Yes Sir.”

Yoongi turns, staring Charles down with a dark look. The latter smiles in victory, gesturing at the chairs opposite of him.

“Sit my friends, sit.”

Yoongi helps you sit down and sits down next to you. He pushes the bowl of animal blood away from him.

“Talk.”

“Interesting. Not even animal blood can satisfy you.”

“I prefer vampire blood.”

“What?” Charles chuckles nervously, glancing at Taehyung for help. The latter seems flabbergasted as well.

“Joke”, Yoongi says dryly, forcing a smile onto his face. He lets it drop again a second later, “talk.”

“Oh you”, Charles exhales and laughs, “I almost believed you.”

Yoongi frowns. The others return just this moment, taking Charles’ attention for just a second. Emma and Seokjin sit down next you. Hoseok takes the chair next to Jimin. The air is tense. Jungkook chooses to sit between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“How are you feeling, my friend?” Charles addresses him.

“Better”, Jungkook answer him hesitantly.

“I must apologise. If I knew that you had struggles with blood, I would have prepared something else for you. I promise that I will only serve animal blood to you from now on.”

“I’m not hungry”, Jungkook says and pushes the blood away from him.

“Interesting”, Charles says and looks away to instead begin eating the rest of his blood calmly. Taehyung leans into Jungkook, draping his arm on the backrest behind him and connecting his lips with his ear to whisper something unintelligible. It must have been something nice, because Jungkook’s face becomes beet red and he giggles quietly. Jimin purses his lips in reaction, turning his head away. Taehyung will continue to whisper with Jungkook for the rest of dinner.

“Talk”, Yoongi grumbles.

“Soon. First I want to hear how such a peculiar group of people found each other.”

“Things happened. Talk.”

“How did you survive, Jimin?” Charles ignores Yoongi to ask Jimin instead.

“Resurrection spell.”

“Fascinating. Did it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

Jimin lowers his eyes in anger. Charles keeps up eye contact for just a second before he looks at Taehyung.

“Since when do you know?”

“A few weeks.”

“Interesting. So all your tears were misplaced.” 

“In a sense.”

“How do you know about my death either way?” Jimin asks.

“Oh, he stayed with me for a few weeks and told me. When was it again? April? May?”

“What? Really? Is that where you went when you left for that one month?” you ask Taehyung.

“You left her alone at the estate?” Yoongi gasps, eyes widening in shock.

Taehyung grows smaller in embarrassment.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Oh? Did I just say something wrong? Silly me”, Charles slaps his own cheek, “please forgive me.”

“Just cut the crap and tell us about Namjoon.”

“Namjoon yes. Taehyung says that he is looking for him. I didn’t expect for the other Creators to look for him as well.”

“I do. The others are dead.”

“Are they? How did that happen?”

“Are you trying to piss me off? Just tell me what you know.”

“Interesting.”

“Stop saying interesting, you cunt.”

“You’re impatient and easy to set off. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Jimin scoffs in amusement.

Yoongi furrows his brows in annoyance.

“Charles”, Taehyung warns, “this isn’t the right time for your games. We can play later.”

“Disappointing. I love games.”

“Please cooperate. I was in the belief that you wanted to help us. Was I wrong?”

“Oh no, you weren’t”, Charles says and sighs dramatically, “very well then, I will tell you. Oh you are taking all the fun out of it.”

Charles settles in his chair, crossing his legs.

“It seems that our goals are overlapping. I want Namjoon out of Brussels. His goons are messing with my business. Just yesterday I got called down to the club because a group of vampires messed with my customers. They called themselves the Superiors.”

“Where are they now?”

“Gone. I don’t know where they went.”

“So you basically have nothing. Thanks. Come on guys, we’re leaving.”

“Now, now not so fast”, Charles lifts his finger, “I captured one. He is in the club as of now. I can’t get him to talk, but I am certain that someone like you can make him talk.”

“I can.”

“I was hoping that you could. I was counting on Taehyung to do the work, but I am sure that someone as skilled as you can do a far better job.”

“I don’t partake in torture anymore”, Taehyung says, lifting his hands in denial.

“You don’t? But you loved it so much in the past.”

“Please Charles, don’t bring up my past. I changed a lot since then.”

“Sure thing, old friend”, Charles says, eyes flitting to Seokjin and the others, “you lot have been awfully quiet. Do you not drink animal blood either?”

“We’re just not hungry. Thank you for the offer though”, Hoseok dismisses him.

“Interesting.”

“I heard that Taehyung turned you in the thirties”, Seokjin says.

“Indeed he did. Is my look so telling?” Charles asks and laughs.

“Yes.”

“Well, thank you. You know, I have always loved this decade. Life was so much less constricted back then.”

“Yeah except for anyone who wasn’t a rich, white man”, Yoongi throws in, “trust me, you had it easier than other people.”

“Oh I am not denying that and I am happy about recent developments. I am all for inclusion”, he says, pointing at the bowls of animal blood, “the times were simpler however. People had more privacy. Hunts were still thrilling. People craved the eternal life and what came with it. People wanted to be with us, wanted to offer their blood to us, they wanted the pain and pleasure. These days it seems that our kind became creatures of ghost stories rather than objects of desire.”

“As we should. We terrorised people for far too long.”

Charles stays silent, tonguing his cheek.

“Do you know now why I can’t stand him?” Jimin asks.

“Definitely.”

“He was worse in the thirties.”

“Oh come now”, Charles laughs, “you are only talking like this because you are jealous of what I and Taehyung have. As much as Yoongi is driven by impatience, you are driven by jealousy. Don’t deny it.”

Jimin licks over his lips and clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Charles, you are playing games again”, Taehyung says.

“I am? Oh dear, I am”, he laughs, “please forgive me. It seems that it became a force of habit. I find it rather fascinating just how easy it is to see through people. I believe that every person comes down to one characteristic, one goal that motivates them, one thing they believe in. I find it rather interesting to figure out what makes a person them.”

“You’ll be surprised when you find out that people are way more than just one thing”, you say.

“And why is that?”

“Because no person can be defined by one single thing. That’s literally how stereotypes are made. So many other things play into how a person is them and even that can change depending on how that person feels that day. Someone who is normally very kind can still have a bad day and snap at someone. Someone who normally never spends a lot of money can still have a moment where they treat themselves to something big. And a person can learn something new as well. Someone who has been a people pleaser their entire life can still learn to make themselves a priority. Someone who saw no meaning in life can still find meaning in it and enjoy existing again. People aren’t that one dimensional.”

“Interesting.”

“And besides, you shouldn’t ignore all the other characteristics that come with the oh so holy one characteristic. Yoongi may be impatient at times, but that’s because he is methodical and likes having a clear plan. You either know what you are talking about or you keep your mouth shut. Bullshitting’s a waste of time because only idiots bullshit their way through life.”

Charles chuckles, eyes lighting up in interested amusement.

“Jimin may be jealous at times, but most of the time he has a reason for it. He is deeply protective over Tae and analyses people’s intents with him. Either you get on his level and gain your right to talk to Tae or you’re a shitty person and don’t deserve Tae. If you stopped concentrating on that one single characteristic, you would have realised that possessing one trait means a person comes with a dozen more, which are all perfectly interwoven with each other.”

“Fascinating”, Charles whispers, leaning closer to you, “no wonder Taehyung fancies you. You have no fear of talking back.”

“Why should I? First of all, I have seven vampires backing me up and second of all, I trust in you to not put me into the one single stereotype that all humans are blood farms.”

Charles smirks lopsidedly.

“And besides. I’m not talking back. You made a statement and I voiced my opinion on it and given how we aren’t living in the thirties anymore, I am very much allowed to do that.”

“I never said that you weren’t”, Charles says, running his eyes over your face. He leans back in his chair, eyes flitting to your neck. “Interesting”, he murmurs, licking his lips.

“I know. You should think about it”, you say, taking a bite of the food afterwards.

“Hah”, Charles lets out, turning his head to the side. He tongues his cheek again, looking lost for words.

The food he served is stale and lacks flavour. You eat half of it and then give up as it leaves you bad mooded. Charles finishes his blood, as does Jimin. The others don’t touch their plates. For the rest of dinner Taehyung does most of the talking. He tells you about the time he and Charles spent the summer of fifty six together and that they had a lot of fun. He also tells you about the time they lost contact for twenty years only to meet by accident in the late eighties in one of Paris’ finest clubs. You know his stories to be of innocent nature and yet you can’t quite share in his excitement. Charles doesn’t really seem to be the greatest person to celebrate such happenings for.

Thankfully for all of you, dinner ends early, given how nobody touched their food.

“Shall we grab dessert in the cigar room?” Charles offers.

“We don’t smoke”, Yoongi says.

“Who said anything about smoking, friend? Poker and drinks. Come, you can’t say no to that.”

“Indeed. Please hyung, let us play a game”, Taehyung says, holding Yoongi’s hand again.

“Fine, one game and stop holding my hand.”

“Oh you won’t regret it.”

“Taehyung”, Jimin is by his side the moment you stepped out of the dining room. He even has the audacity to press himself between Jungkook and Taehyung, accidentally knocking the younger vampire into Yoongi’s side which in return makes Yoongi stumble into you.

“Yes?” Taehyung asks, letting out a surprised squeak when Jimin twirls him around by gripping his elbow tightly, “oh dear. What is that supposed to be?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Yes of course, we’ll have the chance in the cigar room. Oh Jimin, you must see Charles’ collection of rare butterflies. It is truly fascinating.”

“No. Alone”, Jimin state coldly.

“I see?” Taehyung cocks his brow up in question, “what’s the matter?”

“Just. Come with me”, Jimin hisses and then drags Taehyung far away.

Taehyung looks over his shoulder at you in question before Jimin drags him past a corner and he disappears from your sight.

“That was so weird”, you mumble.

“Hm”, Yoongi nods his head and rolls his shoulders.

“Why did Jimin push me?” Jungkook asks.

“Cause he’s a bastard that’s why”, Yoongi grumbles then goes to pat Jungkook’s upper back, “come kiddo, let’s do something fun. Have you guys ever played poker before?”

Hoseok gasps, “don’t tell me that you can play poker, hyung.”

“Very much so, yeah. Wanna play a round?”

“Uh yes?” Hoseok laughs, “that’s like the first time you offer a game. I’m so gonna beat you.”

“Sure. Keep dreaming.”

“Tell me. What can I get for you?" Charles asks, sitting down by the poker table. He watches you as all of you find your spot.

“I don’t know, just something sweet”, Emma says. 

“The same for me”, Seokjin says. 

“The same for me, thanks”, Jungkook says. 

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“I take the same as Yoongi”, you say, earning yourself a surprised look from him. 

Charles nods his head in understanding, gesturing his butler to prepare the order. 

“Now let’s get this game started. What shall we gamble on? Money? Property?”

“Can’t we just do it for fun?” Jungkook asks nervously. 

“Fun you say. Mhm”, Charles purses his lips, “very well let us do it for fun. For now”, he says and sneaks a glance at you, “why don’t we let the human start?”

“Me? I have no idea how that game works”, you gasp. 

“Now, now you disappoint me, ___. I thought you loved playing games.”

“I think you might have misunderstood a few things back then.”

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“I don’t know if I did.”

You furrow your brows.

“I’ll start”, Yoongi throws in, shoving one of his stacks into the middle.

“Mhm interesting”, Charles murmurs, eyes flitting to Hoseok, “your turn”, he says once you shoved your bet into the middle after Yoongi gestured you to do so.

“Okay uuh wait a minute. I just gotta”, Hoseok says, counting his chips, “okay, so uhm yeah uh…”

His conversation dies out in your ears as Yoongi leans over to whisper.

“Keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What?” you gasp, glancing at him.

Yoongi leans in again, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers.

“I’m gonna make you fucking shake tonight.”

“Oh my god”, you whisper at him, gawking at him with your stomach tightening like crazy. You press your thighs together instantly.

His face is stoic, except for the playful sparkle in his eyes. You gulp, craving his kiss.

“Show me your cards”, he whispers.

“W-what?”

“You don’t know how to play. Show me your cards.”

You turn the two cards so he could see them. He inspects them with furrowed brows, slipping his hand between your thighs in an almost mindless manner. You know him better however, fighting the urge to part your legs right here and there and moan his name. He gives your flesh a soft squeeze, running his thumb over your skin all while his eyes are studying your cards.

“Mhm”, he says in the end, slipping his hand away again.

“Yoongi”, you whisper, hating the way your voice is soaked in such desperation.

Your eyes meet. He is asking you what the matter was.

“I don’t know what that means.”

He points at the diamond king.

"It’s good.”

Charles’ butler flips the first three Community Cards. A nine of diamonds, a four of heart and a seven of diamonds. 

“Mhm.”

“I don’t know what the mhm means”, you whisper. 

“It’s not bad. You gotta bet.”

“Okay uhm? Bet?” you say, pushing a heap of chips into the middle after Yoongi gestured it to you. 

“Interesting”, Charles says, eyes focused on you, “have you never played poker before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Interesting. You know, I should throw you out for cheating, but I figure we can allow one round to get used to the rules. Seokjin what do you do?”

“Call with Charles”, he says, pushing the chips into the middle. 

The round ends with Emma making her move and then the butler returns with the drinks. He sets them down and flips the fourth community card. King of hearts. 

Yoongi leans in, draping his arm on the chair behind you. His breath tickles your neck as he comes closer, sending shivers down your spine. You part your legs just slightly, hoping for his hand again. Yoongi doesn’t give it to you however, instead he purrs quietly as he pretends to think. The sound makes you want to take him right here and there. He sucks in air and hums, pressing his lips against your ear.

“It’s good”, he whispers, “you should-”

“Cheating”, Charles interrupts him. 

“Give me a break, I’m trying to help her”, Yoongi hisses. 

“Oh you make it no fun.”

“Tch.”

Charles grins in triumph, eyes running up and down your neck. It is fascinating. Ever since the game started your pulse has risen and there is a faint scent of sweetness in the air. Charles finds embarrassment in the fact that he didn’t figure out the dynamics sooner. It is so obvious to him now that he can watch the Creator turn back to the human again which makes her gulp in reaction. Taehyung is sharing the human. Charles is certain that she is the cargo he had to offer in order to get on the Creator's good side. He can’t judge their deal. The human is a pretty little thing. 

“Did you and Tae play lots of poker before?” Jungkook asks as he calls, changing his attention to him. Charles breaks his eyes away from the Creator and the human to instead look at the training Ripper.

“Indeed we did. We spent many nights playing against all kinds of folks. I must say, the most interesting bunch were the werewolves. We bet our lives on many occasions, but of course we never lost.”

“That’s wild. Weren’t you scared to lose?”

“Why should we have? We won”, Charles answers Hoseok and laughs.

“Yeah I guess, but still, poker’s so much luck. I wouldn’t have bet my life on it.”

“We knew what we were doing. One has to get good at reading people and then the game is easy. Just like right now. I know that Jungkook and Seokjin are bluffing and that Emma thinks she has the best cards, which is obviously not correct. Yoongi does.”

Yoongi lifts his eyes from your cards, staring him down with a frown. He nudged your thigh with his knee before that, but freezes up now that eyes were on him. You hate it so much. You wanted him to continue.

“Woah that was amazing. What about me?” Hoseok asks.

“You’ve already accepted that you will lose.”

“Okay wow, how did you know?”

“Hoseok”, Yoongi warns.

“What? He already figured me out perfectly.”

“Yeah, because his own hand sucks ass and he is trying to deflect.”

Charles clicks his tongue, leaning back in his chair. He lifts his glass of blood to his lips, drinking it without a care in the world. He sighs deliciously, setting down the glass.

“I see that you know how to play dirty as well.”

“Playing dirty’s my speciality”, Yoongi answers him dryly, nudging your back afterwards, “raise by five”, he tells you.

You do exactly that, looking at his face for approval. He nods his head, running his fingertip up and down your spine just once before he pulls back and guides his glass of whiskey to his lips.

“I don’t get it. How do you know that Charles is bluffing?” Hoseok asks.

“Experience.”

Charles chuckles, cocking his right brow up.

“And you? How did you know that my hand sucks?”

“The corners of your lips. They turn down whenever you lie.”

“Woah. They do?”

“Yes. Jungkook over here starts rocking back and forth whenever he lies and Seokjin’s ears are as red as his wine.”

Seokjin covers his eyes instantly, turning to Emma.

“Are they really?” he asks her.

“No, they’re not. I can barely even see it”, Emma assures him, running her fingers up and down the back of his head.

“That’s mindblowing”, Hoseok whispers.

“I know. What do you do?” Charles says nonchalantly.

“Me? Oh no I’m out, I can’t win for shit”, Hoseok says and drops his cards on the table.

“Hoba you had a Three of a Kind, your hand didn’t suck”, Yoongi says.

“What really? But I thought that only the face cards are good”, Hoseok says and whines, “man that sucks, guess I lost big times.”

“Interesting”, Charles says, eyes running up and down Hoseok’s face.

“Jungkook’s turn”, Yoongi tells him dryly.

“I raise by five.”

“Interesting. So you are continuing to bluff?”

“Maybe you just, just suck at predicting people.”

“Am I now? So why are you stuttering?”

“Because I’m introverted. I, I always stutter. R-right guys?”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok says with his lips turned downwards.

Charles chuckles, flitting his eyes to his cards, “interesting”, he murmurs.

You take one sip of the whiskey and regret it, hissing in disgust.

Yoongi glances at you, opening his hand for you to place the glass in. You do so gladly. He finishes your drink in one go, handing you back the empty glass.

“Thanks”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, he hums, patting your thigh under the table.

You chase his touch instantly, parting your legs.

Yoongi leans in again now that Charles was busy with looking at his cards.

“Close your legs”, he whispers.

“What?”

“Close your legs, princess. We can smell you.”

You press your legs together instantly, stifling a gasp. Your eyes drift to Jungkook naturally. He is glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, licking his lips excessively. He looks away when he notices your eyes on him, lifting his glass of wine to gulp it down nervously.

You look away, lowering your eyes in embarrassment. You didn’t even think of that. Fuck.

Yoongi slips his hand from your thigh, placing it on your upper back instead.

“Good girl”, he praises you, sending shivers down your spine.

The game ends by Emma and with Yoongi winning just as Charles said. His butler shuffles the cards again while you concentrate on your drinks in the meantime.

“___, another drink for you? You must be parched”, Charles says.

“No thanks, I actually hate whiskey”, you say, squeezing your legs together even tighter. You hope to every higher deity that this creep didn’t smell you.

“Interesting”, he says, gesturing his other butler for another glass of blood. The butler walks to his little table and cuts his palm, letting more blood trickle into the glass. You touch Yoongi’s thigh under the table and he lets you know that he saw by nodding his head.

Charles’ eyes are staring you down, flitting between your neck and what lies under the table. The human smells so sweet. He wants to taste her.

“So you guys always won?” Jungkook asks, sensing your discomfort and therefore wanting to call Charles’ attention away from you.

“In one way or the other.”

“So what happened if you didn’t win?”

“Taehyung did a little cleaning up.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that they killed them”, Yoongi says.

“Huh? What?”

Charles chuckles, “it was either our lives or theirs. Of course Taehyung did what needed to be done, but I am sure that Yoongi speaks from experience as well.”

“I do.”

“You do?” you gasp, pulling your hand away from his thigh.

“Except that the bastards I killed deserved to be killed”, Yoongi says, eyes following the butler as he returns to Charles’ side. He hands him the filled glass of blood, accepting the small vial of blood in return. He drinks it, covering the vial with his hand for manners’ reasons. “Like assholes who bloodshare with their servants for example.”

Charles cocks up his brow, eyes fixated on Yoongi’s. He swallows the blood deliciously, licking his lips afterwards.

“Why now? Everything is consensual. Isn’t that right, James?”

“Yes, Sir. I actually enjoy the act.”

“Gross”, Jungkook whispers.

“You should try it sometime. I am sure that you will enjoy it as well”, Charles says and gestures his other butler to come closer, “be so kind and prepare Jungkook a glass as well.”

“You will do no such thing”, Yoongi interrupts him.

“I don’t want to drink human blood. I said so already”, Jungkook says, shaking his head vigorously.

“Interesting”, Charles says and nods his head at the butler to continue.

“He said no”, Yoongi growls.

“And I have an idea. How about we bet something else for the next round?”

The room is silent and so Charles continues.

“Let’s bet Jungkook’s progress. If he wins, he doesn’t have to drink the blood, but if he loses he has to drink it. What say you? That could make the game interesting.”

Yoongi stands up from his chair, slamming his hands on the table so harshly that it shakes. His eyes are pitch black.

“How about I kill you right here and now?” he growls angrily.

“Now now, calm down my friend. We are playing for fun aren’t we?”

“Betting Kook’s progress is not for fun, cunt.”

“He just has to win.”

The butler sets the glass into the middle of the table. Jungkook gulps, eyeing the glass.

Yoongi takes it and downs the warm blood in one go. He sets down the glass harshly, dark eyes glued to Charles. No trace of change is on his face, despite the sweet taste of human blood coating his throat. Charles smiles in amusement.

“Enough games. Don’t fuck with us or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Spoilsport”, Charles says and stands up, “you ruined the fun”, he says, finishing his drink, “get comfortable for the night. I’m happy to house you”, he says and leaves the room in confident steps. His butlers follow him, leaving your little group behind.

Yoongi relaxes, dropping back into the chair with a loud groan. He throws his head back, running his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck”, he presses out.

“Are you okay? I’ve never watched you drink fresh human blood before”, you ask him.

“I’m fine”, Yoongi croaks out, arching his back just once, “fucking hell why did I trust Tae to find somewhere to stay?” he says.

“I mean, he seems like any other vampire doesn’t he?” Seokjin asks.

“Yes exactly”, Yoongi says and covers his eyes with his hand.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” you ask him, touching his arm.

He tenses up, turning his head to you.

“I’m okay”, he says, straightening up, “it’s just been centuries since I drank fresh human blood.”

“Do you feel out of control?”

“No, I can manage”, he says, rolling his shoulders, “how are you guys?”

“Shocked?” Hoseok says, laughing nervously, “I didn’t think that you would actually drink the blood.”

“I couldn’t let Jungkook near it.”

“Hyung, I’m so sorry”, Jungkook says, eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t. It’s not your fault”, Yoongi assures him.

“But it is. I’m sorry for not controlling my urges.”

“Stop apologising. I wanted to do it. Hyung’s got everything under control, yeah?”

Jungkook sniffles, nodding his head with a big pout on his lips. Yoongi hums.

“You’ll stay with the others tonight hear me?” he tells him.

“Yes I hear you. Where are you going?”

“I’ll take ___ to a hostel. You are welcome to join me.”

“What? Why? Is it that dangerous here?” you gasp.

“He smelled you and planned on betting a chance at tasting you the next round, I’m not risking fucking anything.”

“How do you know?” Hoseok gasps, “oh yeah you can read minds, I just remembered. Yo what the hell, that’s actually mental why would he bet that?”

“Because he wanted to win and know how she tastes.”

“But…Tae wouldn’t let him to do that to me. He knows that much.”

“Yeah, but Charles is not an honourable person. We are going to a hostel.”

“Yes, okay. Thank you for taking me.”

“I want to come with you. I’m not staying here”, Hoseok says.

“Can we come too?” Seokjin says, placing his arms over Emma’s and Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Yes. We should go now before he comes back.”

“I’ll get Tae”, Jungkook says, hurrying out of the room.

Yoongi takes your hand, holding it tightly, “come, stay with me.”

His palm is sweaty and hot, squeezing you unnaturally tight.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” you ask him as you hurry outside together.

“I am, don’t worry about me.”

“Should we get Jimin as well?” Hoseok asks.

“I’m sure that he’ll be where Tae is. Kook’ll get them.”

“I’ll look for them just in case. Leave without me, we’re taking the other car and meet up there”, Seokjin says

“Good idea. Call me if something happens.” 

“I will” he promises, and then goes off to find Jungkook.

“My handsome, I will come with you”, Emma says, lacing her fingers with Seokjin. While you and the others hurry to the car. 

You understand now why Yoongi didn’t want the butler to unload your cars. He was planning ahead in case something like this would happen.

“Do you guys think that Kook will find Tae?” you ask them.

“I hope he will”, Hoseok says.

“I’m sure he will”, Yoongi says.

Jungkook finds Taehyung sitting under the willow tree in the backgarden of Charles’ house. His suit jacket was thrown on the wet grass as he sits on it, his back was hunched over. He turns his head upon hearing Jungkook’s steps behind him. He turns away instantly, head lowering in exhaustion.

Jungkook squats down behind Taehyung, draping his arm around him and resting his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung tenses up, but doesn’t react otherwise. Jungkook chases him, kissing the side of his neck gently.

“I missed you. We played poker”, he whispers, running his hands up and down Taehyung’s chest, “aren’t you cold?”

“You know that we can’t get cold”, Taehyung whispers.

“Still. Don’t you wanna come with me? We’re planning to go to a hostel because Charles wanted to eat ___.”

“He did what?”

“Don’t worry. Yoongi is with her and won’t let her get hurt.”

Taehyung relaxes in relief, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think that Charles would go there. I messed up everything. Fuck.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to come with me to the hostel though? We can have a nice evening together. Just you and I.”

Taehyung picks at some grass, eyes burning unbearably.

“Take a shower together, get under the sheets afterwards? I can’t stop repeating what you said to me. I’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.”

Taehyung inhales deeply and exhales shakily.

“Fuck”, he presses out and straightens up, moving his arms in a way that would force Jungkook’s arms to slip from his body.

“What’s wrong?”

“I will stay here.”

“What? Why?”

“I want to see Jimin tonight”, Taehyung presses out, eyes focused on the dark night.

“Why?”

“Just because. I promised him.”

Silence.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut.

“No”, he whispers.

“But…I don’t understand. The thing we talked about earlier. All the stuff you said to me. You said that we could have sex tonight.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. Remember? You whispered to me that you wanted to be with me tonight.”

“You got it all mixed up.”

“What? Are you trying to gaslight me right now?”

Taehyung stays silent, which makes Jungkook turn him around by his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” he says, widened eyes racing over Taehyung’s features while the latter can’t bear to look at him, “why are acting like that? What happened?”

“Nothing. I just decided that I wanted to be with Jimin.”

“And you decided that just like this?”

Taehyung nods his head.

“Wow okay”, Jungkook laughs painfully, stumbling back before standing up.

At that Taehyung lifts his head, sad eyes racing over Jungkook’s face.

“All those nights ago when you told me that we’ll have many nights together”, Jungkook says, “was that a lie?”

Taehyung studies Jungkook’s features.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Wow”, Jungkook gets out, hands falling to his chest where it hurts so much, “you fucking liar.”

Taehyung gets up, fixing his pants.

“Yeah, well”, he shrugs his shoulders, “get over it”, he says coldly and turns to leave.

“Stop. You are not running away”, Jungkook calls after him, “Baby! Please don’t do that.”

Taehyung whips around and runs back to him “quiet, don’t call me like that”, he whispers with widened eyes.

“Why? You had no problem with that nickname before.”

“Well, not anymore.”

“Is it because of Jimin?”

Taehyung looks at the house where there is light burning in Jimin’s window. He gulps then looks back at Jungkook.

“No”, he says coldly.

“Yes it is”, Jungkook reaches for Taehyung, “Tae baby...”

“Shut up”, Taehyung hisses, “don’t you get it? You were nothing more than a distraction.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes fill with tears.

Taehyung falters long enough that some part deep down in Jungkook knows that he was lying right now. For some fucked up reason he was lying. To himself. To Jungkook. To the night.

“I was lonely and you were there.”

“No”, Jungkook insists, “no, you’re lying. I’ll prove to you that you are.”

Jungkook kisses Taehyung. He falls into him with such vigour that Taehyung  stumbles back and his legs barely keep his body up.

He tries to push him away, but Jungkook intertwines his fingers with him instead and pulls his arms around his neck. And Taehyung grabs for him, twisting his fingers in Jungkook’s hair until he is sure that they will never be able to slip from his grip again.

The kiss breaks when air is sparse in their lungs. And even then it barely breaks as their lips still touch.

“Jungkook don’t”, Taehyung croaks, feeling so small and fragile in Jungkook’s grasp. As if one wrong touch would break him into a million pieces.

“Don’t run baby, please I want to stop chasing you”, Jungkook whispers, eyes squeezed shut and nose tracing Taehyung’s.

“Kook”, Taehyung gets out in a sigh.

“Tae”, Jungkook answers him in a sigh, chasing his lips.

But Taehyung pushes him away as if the realisation of what he was doing came back to him, now staring at him with shocked, widened eyes.

“Don’t do this”, he says, “don’t call me this.”

“But-”

“No buts”, Taehyung interrupts him, “I can’t-”, he falters, eyes lingering on Jungkook’s lips for just a second too long, “we can’t see each other anymore, Jungkook.”

“What? Why?”

“Because… I told you why.”

“No”, Jungkook shakes his head, spilling tears, “you’re lying. I wasn’t a distraction. Please tell me that I wasn’t a distraction, Tae. Please.”

Taehyung takes a step back.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“No, why are you lying? Is it because of Jimin? Does he want you to end it with me? Is he forcing you?”

“No, of course not. This is out of my own decision.”

“No, no it isn’t. Holy fuck Tae, he’s manipulating you, can’t you see?”

Taehyung furrows his brows, “you know nothing of us, so shut your mouth.”

Jungkook does. He shuts his mouth because of how utterly shocked Taehyung’s harsh tone left him.

“Taehyung”, he whispers, lower lip trembling, “what’s happening to you? I can barely even recognise you.”

“You think you know me? You know nothing of me, Jungkook”, Taehyung hisses, “now get out of my way, I can’t stand to see your face any longer.”

“What?” Jungkook chokes out, touching his chest.

Taehyung watches the tears roll down Jungkook’s cheeks with a heavy heart. He looks away and turns, disappearing into the night.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jimin appears next to Jungkook seconds later, studying his tear covered face, “why are you crying?”

“I’ll fucking kill you”, Jungkook roars, face morphed into full Ripper state and long fangs snapping for Jimin’s face.

“Yo, yo, yo hey”, Jimin stumbles back, “chill out, the hell? What did I do?”

But Jungkook only growls, jumping at Jimin again.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Jimin gasps, pushing him off.

“Kook, what are you doing?” Seokjin gasps, having appeared as well. He places his hands on Jungkook’s chest, “what are you doing, Kook? Hey. Are you out of control? Do you need help?”

“Let me go, can’t you see that he’s escaping?” Jungkook spits, watching with a breaking heart as Jimin uses the moment of Seokjin’s help to escape into the night. Right where Taehyung went.

“Who is?”

“Jimin the asshole!” Jungkook yells at the dark night.

“What did he do? Kookie hey, hyung’s here now okay?”

Jungkook snarls and looks at Seokjin. He sees the worry on his face, features morphing into his human features instantly.

“What happened? Talk to me.”

“Seokjin hyung”, Jungkook presses out and cries, falling against his brother’s chest.

Meanwhile you arrive at your room, setting down your bags and looking around. A double bed in one corner of the room, a desk by the window with a lamp on top and a closet next to the door which will never be used. The room is small, but you don’t mind. As long as you can be with Yoongi, the location doesn’t matter to you.

Yoongi slips out of his shoes and jacket hastily, abandoning his suitcase by the door. 

“I’m taking a shower”, he says and disappears inside the ensuite bathroom.

“Hey, are you okay?”

The door falls closed.

He was silent for the entire drive, gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the material squeaked and croaked. His brows were furrowed and his lips turned down. You tried to talk to him, but he didn’t even really hear you. Even with the motel’s receptionist you and Hoseok had to talk while Yoongi lingered in the back like a small shadow. Not small because of his height, but small because he made himself like that. Small and as if he wasn’t present. As if he didn’t want to be present.

You can hear the water run for the next forty minutes. You know because you timed it. Which is way too long for Yoongi. He doesn’t take long showers. And after that there is silence. Long, harrowing silence. No sound of the blow dryer, the faucet or his tooth brush. Just silence. Silence which continues for another ten minutes and then you become too worried to wait any longer. You hurry to the bathroom, knocking on the door twice. No answer, which was worrying. You open the door tentatively.

“My love?” you whisper, sticking your head into the bathroom. 

Yoongi is sitting in front of the toilet, naked and with his hair wet. He is breathing heavily. 

“Go away”, he presses out.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. Go away.”

“Are you dangerous?”

“No. Go. You shouldn’t- please just go.”

“Are you trying to make yourself throw up?”

He stays silent, hunching into himself.

“My love, you can’t throw up. You know that. Hey, talk to me”, you say, kneeling down next to him. 

He lets you take his hands and he lets you turn his body to you, doing all of it with his head lowered in defeat. His long hair hangs into his face, shielding his expression from you. He looks so small and broken and so incredibly sad.

“I’m here for you, my beloved. What’s hurting you?”

“You know”, he whispers.

“So it is that. I had a gist. Oh, my prince. I’m so angry at Charles for doing that to you. Are you in pain right now?”

He nods his head.

“You are. Where does it hurt?”

He touches his chest where his heart once beat. 

“I feel so high”, he whispers, “invincible”, he lowers his head even more, “satisfied”, he presses out and whimpers, throwing his hand over his mouth, “I wanna get rid of it. Why is it inside me? Why does it feel so good? Oh god”, he croaks and sobs into his hand. 

“Oh, my darling prince. Come here”, you say, taking him into a hug, “come here, lean on me. I’m here now.”

“___, I don’t wanna be me”, Yoongi sobs into your shoulder, “I don’t wanna be me.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, my love. Right here”, you soothe him, cradling him against you as you rock your bodies from left to right. “I understand how you feel, I really do. But you’re not alone, I’m right here.”

Yoongi sobs gratefully and wraps his arms around your waist. He needs you so much. Without you, he would break into a million pieces. He hasn’t felt that incredible after blood drinking in centuries and he is so scared. He doesn’t want to feel this way. He doesn’t want to have fresh human blood inside him. He hates the feelings so much. He is scared. Your strong arms are the only thing still keeping him together. He needs them to keep holding him. 

“I’m right here, my love. Just let it all out”, you promise him, meaning every syllable of it. If only you had more power, if only you had more strength, you would fight Charles for what he did tonight. You hate him so much. How dare he hurt your Yoongi. “I’m right here, my love. Right here.”

Yoongi calms down after you begin kissing the crown of his head. Your shirt is covered in his tears by now, but you don’t mind. He can soak every single piece of clothing you own if it meant that he can feel better again. His sobs stop, only sniffles and tiny sounds of him recovering can be heard. You run your fingers through his wet hair, untangling it mindlessly but most importantly doing it to soothe him.

“I want to hide”, Yoongi whispers, voice frail and rough from crying. 

You know exactly what he means by that.

“Yeah? Let’s get you dressed then. Come on, let’s get up. One, two, three”, you say, standing up with him in your arms. 

Yoongi helps you because he doesn’t want to be a burden.

You sit him down on the bed and hurry to his suitcase to take out some comfortable clothes. You turn. Yoongi still has his head lowered, arms wrapped around his own torso and back hunched to make himself smaller. 

“Please don’t look at me”, he whispers, feeling so vulnerable under your eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean anything of it”, you say, hurrying to him with your head lowered in respect. You hand him his clothes, “here.”

“Thank you”, he whispers and stands up. He disappears in the bathroom again. You look at the closed door, fumbling with your own hands. Should you go to him? You really want to be there for him, but don’t know how far you can go. The blow dryer turns on and continues to scream until the clock shows five minutes after a new hour. It will be midnight soon. 

The door opens. Yoongi steps outside with his hair a mess and his shoulders sagging. He lies down on bed, turning his back to you. He doesn’t pull the blanket up his body and so you do it for him, tugging him in until he is cocooned in. 

You get comfortable behind him, placing your hand on his waist. He tenses up but doesn’t push you away. You know that he is embarrassed about what happened. That is why he can’t face you or why he hasn’t looked at you even once the entire time. He can’t bear to look into your eyes in fear of finding judgment in them. Or hints that you lost respect. Or that you see him as less now. Which won’t ever happen as you could never see him as such.

You run your palm up and down his side and later upper back, using your fingernails there to give him a soothing scratch. The tension in Yoongi’s muscles seems to disappear right with it. 

“Do you want another hug, my love?”

Yoongi barely nods his head. You lie down and drape your arm over him. 

“Lift your head.”

Yoongi follows so you can place your arm under his head. You close it, pushing him against your chest. The gentle pressure you give him, seems to help him as he releases a deep shudder of breath, fingers instantly locking with yours. His thumb traces your knuckles, his body grows incredibly soft in your hold.

“Please don’t tell anyone”, he whispers, voice small and tired. 

“Of course not. Whatever happens between us stays between us. It’s you and I, my love. You can be yourself with me.”

“Thank you”, he whispers, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss it. He keeps it close afterwards, rubbing his cheek against it in a barely there movement. 

He wants to say so much more. He wants to tell you that without you, he would have broken already. That only you can make him cry. And that this was a good thing because Yoongi can only cry when he feels safe. And that he loves you with every fiber of his being. That he loves you so, so much that sometimes he can’t believe that what he has with you is real because he was never that lucky before. And that he is grateful for you and for your love and for hugging him because Yoongi really loves hugs. 

But he can’t say any of those things. Because it’s hard and scary and he doesn’t want to mess up. Instead he pulls your arms around him in a tighter hug and kisses your knuckles, hoping that you will hold him like this until he falls asleep.

[qwertycake]

cute squishy platonic otp prompts :) very fluffy and good smiley face

FOUND THESE ABANDONED IN MY NOTES FROM 2021! Some of these are very specific so feel free to alter them to suit your situation/tastes. Some of these are more targeted towards the mundane “imagine this” scenarios which aren’t great for writing an extended piece about but they can still get your creative juices flowing. These are all geared towards platonic and squishy, but I suppose they could be used in other contexts too. Enjoy!

“You’re very good at that instrument, Person A, but please put it away it’s two in the fucking morning” AU

“We went out to stargaze but you keep saying that every cluster of stars is Orion’s belt and I’m starting to think you’re trying to impress me with the astrology knowledge that you don’t have” AU

“You walked into our house/apartment/whatever sopping wet from the rain because you forgot your umbrella, here’s a towel and I’m making hot chocolate by the way let’s watch movies” AU

“That’s a cute bouquet and all but why are the neighbours’ gardens barren” AU

“We’re playing smash bros together on the couch and I’m teaching you to play and you kick my ass and the worst part is that I wasn’t letting you win” AU

“The party’s over and we now have a ton of helium filled balloons hey what if we drank the helium and prank called people come on you know you want to” AU

“We went to a rocky beach and now have a rucksack full of cool rocks that we’re never gonna use” AU

“Look I know it’s two in the morning— hey stop asking how I got in your room that’s not important— I need you to make a Hot Wheels track with me” AU

“We both keep dream journals and are sharing our weird dreams” AU

“We’re performers waiting outside the venue because we’re tired of the loud noise and need a breather, also hey is your group also going to the McDonalds afterwards? I’ll see you there” AU

“We’re camping and a random dog/cat just waltzed up to our tent and we don’t know where their owner is so we have to take care of it in a really small space oh my god” AU

“We’re both isakaied away into another world but you became a cool mage and I’m just Some Dude” AU

“We’ve been trying to get this goddamn plushy from a grabbing machine for literal hours to the point where we broke it and the poor worker, person C, just walked up and unlocked the chamber and gave us the plushy out of pity” AU

“We’re at a library and I’m intimidated because everyone looks super stoic and serious but then you waltz up to me with a kids encyclopaedia of dinosaurs and ask me which one’s my favourite” AU

“We’re having a snowball fight but we both can use insanely powerful magic and end up wrecking havoc on the whole area” AU

“Oh your winter clothes got wet, here have my hat and gloves I don’t feel cold— in fact you know what let me warm your hands for you, give em here” AU

“I’m driving us home from the airport/ferry port/whatever and its late and we end up falling asleep in the car park of a service station. You wake up before me and buy me service station food for a three in the morning breakfast and it’s really sweet until we realise that we still have an hour to go before we’re home ugh” AU

“Can you catch the bus with me I’ve never caught it before and I need to get used to it” AU

“We’re astronauts and we’re going into space together and it’s really scary but you’re pissing me off already and we’ve barely gotten ready for launch fuck” AU

“We both crash landed from a plane into a woodland and are staying in an abandoned shack and chatting over a can of warming beans” AU

“We’re in control of making the new universe and we can’t agree on anything stop putting cat ears on the humans and take this seriously goddammit” AU

“I work at a drycleaners and you’ve been bringing your bodypillow/ahaego hoodie/whatever here for the past three days and I just want to know why please you’re killing me” AU

“There’s only one bed but we actually get gradually more pissed off at one another as the night goes on because you kicked me and I took the blanket and whatever until I cave and sleep on the couch, but you make me breakfast in the morning so all is forgiven” AU

“You look depressed here have a bathbomb go have a bath I insist do you want wine” AU

“You’ve never made a pizza from scratch before? Here let me show you how” AU

“You’ve never played hop scotch before? Here let me show you in public” AU

“You’ve never built a death ray before? Here let me show you— hey hold on stop screaming it’s pointed away from you it’s pointed away” AU

“Mario Maker: Endless Easy” AU

“Whenever we go out to eat you always tell the staff that it’s my birthday when it isn’t and I always get happy birthday sung to me and I hate you now pass me that slice of cake goddammit” AU

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Mafia!Yandere!Kang Taehyun x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; kind of angsty ; stalking ; manipulation ; stabbing ; blood ; Word Count : 2.0k

Breaking up with Taehyun had been the best decision you had ever made in your entire life, but it had also been the worst. Nobody, especially not you, would have been able to predict the mess that would unfold afterwards. It was unexpected, it was unlike him… you were terrified, and that’s just the way he wanted you. 

“So, have you been in any relationships before you moved here or…” The man asked, sitting across the table from you at the little hole in the wall cafe. It was a date, the first one you had been on since being moved as far away as possible from the city that you had lived in before, under a different name, a new look, you had a completely different identity. Everything had been changed, your previous identity had been all but erased completely, but that didn’t get rid of the memories that haunted you every single day. Nothing would ever clear your mind of that. 

Your head shook quickly as you nervously brought the cup of coffee up to your lips, your eyes more often than not, darting to look out the window that you both were sitting beside. “No… I haven’t been with anyone else before… Life has just been so busy before I moved… I’m just trying to adjust and settle in…” Technically you weren’t even lying, according to your new life and your new identity, you really hadn’t been in a relationship and you had just moved to this new city from the countryside. Technically, you weren’t lying at all. 

“Well… If you uh… Ever need someone to show you around or… Just…  Ya know… Keep you company… I’m here. You can call me or text me whenever.” He murmured sheepishly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink and his smiling eyes were cast down towards the table. The gesture was sweet, he was sweet, and you weren’t used to that. In a strange way, it almost scared you more. 

You knew this man would never hurt you, not the way that you had been hurt before, but even that thought was quickly backtracked. You had thought that same thing before and you had been so horribly wrong, that’s why you’re where you’re at right now. Even still, you didn’t want to be alone, you hated it, you could barely sleep at night, jumping awake at every and every little sound that you heard inside and outside of the house. “Yeah… Yeah that would be great actually… Thank you.” 

The date continued on awkwardly, and while you couldn’t see yourself with the guy right now, you thought that maybe, just maybe, once you were over your own traumatic experiences, you’d be open to trying out another relationship and seeing where that one takes you. 

You sat on the couch in your living room, freshly showered, your hair tied up on your head as a much needed spring thunderstorm rolled into the area, the lightning intermittently illuminating the dark gray clouds in the sky as the pouring rain created puddles on every surface. It was your favorite kind of weather, you could easily fall asleep sitting up while listening to the pattering of the rain against the windows. 

The wind was picking up, rustling the freshly budded leaves on the trees that surrounded your house, everything was so beautiful, and the scenery in this new house, in this new area, was more gorgeous than anything you would have seen while living your old life in your old apartment. It didn’t take long for the sounds of the storm to lull you to sleep, your head rolling against the back of the couch, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of living a new life. 

“Wake up, darling…” A soft voice cooed, and the voice sounded so familiar in your head, but you thought it was just a nightmare, you wanted it to be nothing more than a nightmare. You stirred slightly, or moreso, tried to stir, only to realize that your hands wouldn’t move, they couldn’t move. “It’s time to wake up… now.” 

You were conscious, you were fully aware that the voice you were hearing right now was very real, and it was coming from beside your bed instead of inside your head where you thought it was originally. You didn’t want to open your eyes, you were petrified of what you’d see, but you also knew that the longer you disobeyed him, the angrier he’d get. 

Once again, you pretended to stir, rolling over onto your side to face away from him, trying to give yourself just a little more time to prepare yourself before looking at him directly. Your eyes opened slowly, and maybe it would have been better to just look at him, to have opened your eyes and be met with the man who played the starring role in every single one of your nightmares.

Beside you on the bed was the man that you had just seen a couple hours ago, the man that had walked you up to your porch and pulled you into an awkwardly loose hug. His mouth was taped shut and his face was so badly bruised that you could barely even recognize him. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as you thought of all the ways it could have possibly happened, all of the things that could have been done to him that led up to this moment. He didn’t deserve this, it wasn’t his fault, he knew nothing about your life before. Maybe if he had, he would have avoided you and stayed safe. 

“You cry for such a useless person… He was nobody… Yet you cry…” Taehyun mused, watching with far too much enjoyment as the tears leaked down your face and stained your pillow. “Did you cry for me, darling? You ran away from me… You left me… Like I was nobody.” For a moment you thought he was crying, although you should have known better, but you still spared a glance at him, and that’s all it took for him to lash out. His fist landed against the wall, his eyes wide and crazed as he stared at you. “After everything I did for you!? You left! All I wanted to do was protect you, keep you safe… You don’t know what the world is like.” 

“You hurt me… Taehyun…” You whispered, your bottom lip quivering and your body shaking with fear as your heart sped up. This wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this, but you thought that you’d never have to see it again. “I couldn’t keep living like that… It was too much.” 

He chuckled lowly, the sound was one that you were familiar with, a sound that had your body going cold and all the color draining from your face. “Did you not think that it would hurt me when you left? You ran to the police?! You tried to hide from me!” His voice raised with every word, every sentence, the veins in his neck protruding as he got more and more pissed off. 

You tried to move away, and even though you knew it would only make things worse, you at least wanted to have a chance. “I was scared of you!” You shouted, moving to get up off the bed, but he quickly stood in front of you, his eyes boring into yours. “Y-You…” Your voice was shaky, and just like before, your confidence was gone, your strength was nowhere to be found. Fear took over and it chilled you completely. 

“I what?” He cooed, but venom laced his words, his demeanor was condescending and he knew the power that he had over you. He loved it. Your lips were pulled together tightly, barely even able to breathe as you looked up at him, and the worst part was that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. “Exactly…” He rolled his eyes as he started pacing around your bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles pushing against the tight sleeves of his shirt as he seemed to purposely flex them just to intimidate you more. “Tell me, darling… Did you really think you’d be able to hide from me?” He snickered softly, turning to face you once more, standing right in front of you and kneeling down, his face inches from your own, his breath hot against your face. You shook your head slowly, once again submissive to him just as you had been. “Good girl… I have one more question though… And if you lie to me like you did before, I promise, this’ll be the last time you do.” Your heart was racing, pounding against your ribs, it felt like it would break through. You didn’t know what he was planning, all you did know was that his goal was to scare you and it was working. “Why were you with this… guy? Do you like him? Is he important to you? Did you tell him about me, about how awful I was?” 

It was a strange set of questions, you thought he’d care more about what you had told the police to get you out of that situation. You didn’t think he’d actually care about the man that you had been seeing. “N-No… He’s just a friend… He doesn’t know anything about before…” You whispered, hoping that your words would save the man who was somehow still alive, although badly beaten, beside you. “Please, let him go… He didn’t do anything… Taehyun, please…” You pleaded for the man, your eyes widening and your hand clasped in front of you. 

“Hmm…” He hummed softly, his eyes darting between you and the form of the barely breathing man behind you. “You’re lying to me.” He said flatly, and before the first breath of a syllable could leave your mouth to deny it, he had pulled out a knife and plunged it into the neck of the man, his strained breaths cut off by the blood that now pooled in his mouth and spilled over. 

You muffled your screams in the palm of your hands, sliding off the edge of your bed and onto the floor, trying to move as far away from the crime scene as possible. “What the fuck!?” You screamed in between sobs, scooting up against the wall and wrapping your arms around yourself, as if that would protect you from him and whatever it was that he might want to do. 

“I told you not to lie to me!” He shouted back, his hands running through his hair as he started to pace the room once more. “I told you, and you still lied! This is your fault… You made me do this! I never get my hands dirty…” He was breathing heavily, his entire body shaking with the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. “You see what I do for you? Nobody else would ever go to the lengths that I did for you… Don’t you know that?” He dropped down onto the floor in front of you, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated, he looked like an absolute madman. “I’d do anything… anything for you. You can’t run from me, you can’t hide from me… You’re mine. I love you, my little mouse…” His bloodied hand came up to cup your cheek, your stomach turned when you felt the warmth of the crimson liquid against your skin, but you couldn’t pull away, you were too scared. “Tell me you love me too… Say it.” 

If you said it now, you’d be safe for a little while longer. He might not hurt you now, he might never hurt you at all, you just didn’t know. You had to protect yourself though, and while you weren’t sure when you’d be able to get away from him again, you knew that the only way to get away again was to follow him first. “I… I love you too Taehyun…”

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Can we get some Thunder McQueen headcanons? It doesn’t matter what kind!! -❤️

Random McQueen HCs ♡

Nsfw under the cut

Sfw

• McQueen can be found buzzing around the house cleaning. It's something he picked up from Green Dolphin, and helps with stress and anxiety.

• His significant other is also a big help <3 He just loves you so much! McQueen can't stand not having you near him. Mornings you find yourself suffocating in his chest, arms wrapped tight around to make sure you don't leave.

• Speaking of mornings, he can't stand them. Definitely has a dependency on coffee to keep him going, constantly begging for "five more minutes" of sleep (it's never just five minutes)

• At least he looks cute asleep. Like a giant cat. If he falls asleep alone he likes to curl into himself

• Bad habit of staring (mostly at you)

• It's the 'tism

• Also bc he likes to memorize the details of your face <3

• He also does NOT use emojis/emoticons/indicators during texting. Like he's fine with showing emotion irl but he comes off COMPLETELY dead through texting

• Doesn't like having dates outside the house, but he's willing to do whatever you want to make you happiest! Personally, McQueen would rather stay in, cook supper together and watch old tv. Maybe even bake dessert, too! He gets so soft doing domestic things with you.

• Rainy days make him clingy. Well, clingier than usual. He loves to find whenever you are, wrap you and him up in a nice blanket and watch the rain fall. He hates thunder though (ironic)

• Doodles on himself. Usually things he needs to remember, but you can also catch poorly drawn animals and random symbols and shapes like stars and hearts all up and down his arms and the back of his hands. Please kiss them, he'll get so red.

• His hands are pretty rough, and unfortunately lotion doesn't really help. But they're rough in a sort of comforting way. They're big. And he loves to squish your face and add kisses to your forehead and your nose.

• He smells very dusty and his hands always smell like soap

• Don't let his "no thoughts, head empty" face fool you this man can get HORNY

• Likes to cop feels whenever he pleases. I feel like he's an ass man

• When it comes to the actual bedroom, McQueen loves to be on bottom and dommed. His favorite positions are any that involve you using him till your heart's content

• MASOCHIST....

• Also possible mommy/daddy kink

• Has issues when it comes to self worth but turns into an absolute puddle for praise and body worship.

• HIS DICK MAY NOT BE LONG BUT HE'S GOT THE GIRTH, AND WE DO NOT STAND FOR PP SHAMMING IN THIS HOUSE!!!

• OKAY EXCEPT MAYBE HE DOES ENJOY A LITTLE BULLYING...

• Needs that "Don't bully me or I will cum :(" shirt

• Will cry during sex, whether it's soft or rough he's just an emotional guy

• At the end of it he needs an s/o who will treat him real nice. Someone to cuddle and who makes sure he's alright. Treat him as mean as you want just as long as he gets his kiss and a hug afterwards

• Definitely down to try pegging

• And LOVES licking foods like whipped cream or chocolate sauce off of you...